The fountain is large with sprays of water like a sprinkler
in a 6 year old’s lawn.
The hard brick around the fountain reminds me
of the bed I slept on in jail.
Cracks in the fountain like a high school girl’s heart after a break up.
Every time I look at the water I see myself
a reflection of what I am now,
knowing what I was before.
Always bettering myself from what I was yesterday.
Broken down, beaten up, pushed over,
but still, I wouldn’t take nothing back
It’s made me the man I am now.