Game play
I spy a flat-floor fountain
a whale spout
a burst pipe
throwing water at the sky
I spy a daughter
who dances in the fountain
all her clothes a-cling
her grin wide and wonder-full
at the splash
the rain
I see a mother
who squats at the edge
the very edge
her grin overlays memories
of other times
other fountains
of perfect party clothes
and must-stay-dry shoes