SULLEN MEN ARE DINING
Business is sweet : 'two coins in the fountain' :
and the fellow with the wine list stands straight
at their table. The quiet sound of that old music
is overhead. They gesticulate to each other what
best goes with lunch. The waiter stands straight
at their table. 'Three coins in the fountain, each
one seeking happiness.' The selection is over.
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'Three hearts in the fountain'. I want to get
alongside them and push this scene along -
they've squandered time, and they don't even
realize it. 'Each one longing for its home.'
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What is it all, that I have outlived by now?
Warfare and idol worship? Why, no, sir.
Decadence and despair? Why no, sir.
These two fey goons, dreaming of
all they have? Why no, sir.
'Which one will the
fountain bless?'
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The waiter is back at their table.
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