Then …

a derelict aqua-duct
cuts through the square

there was water
in olden times
grass grew green
fed by the flow

here, they found zen

stress has hydrophilic tendencies
it's pulled away in the current

Now …

the whistle of a rusted whirligig
has replaced the constant ohm
                     of a healthy stream
                                          of consciousness

dried grass remains
marking an ancient path
ignited by the breeze
crackling and dancing

earth-held sparklers
lighting the Way back

Words and Images are my own.

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