Make A Wish
by: Mike Cooper

So it was you

The one who found

The lost fountain

And threw in

Your copper bullets

That you refused to shoot me with

Make a wish

Because I really don’t care

How far down it goes

How clearly my reflection shows

Seems shallow and muddy

To me



Scattered among

Forgotten coins

All value is lost

Replaced with a coat

Of rusted misfortune

Make a wish

Empty the well

Of its innocence

Operating under

A veil of sunlight

Glistening water

Hides the current



So toss in your dreams

And toss in your plans

Let them shatter

The shining depths

They only remind me

Of the bullet

Of the tactless force

Disturbing the calm

The ripple manifests

The decision

If only ensuing waves

Could clear my head

Of the copper

Of misplaced metal

Of you

And the decency you denied me

When I became

Cheap coinage