Lady Peace

The Wishing WellI drop a coin into the well and wish for happier days. I look for hope in the glassy water only to find a strangers sad red-rimmed eyesThe Wishing Well
whose tears could fill this bottomless pit should she ever let them fall. The tears are there.
Behind the jerky sobs, they are hidden well.
Tired, well, unused, forgotten.
So long ago the handle creaks now,
and fights to turn as the wooden pail gets closer to the icy waves.
My memories replay themseves as
if my cranking the aged wooden handle sent me back in time. Previous tears rush to my eyes &
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