...

they emerge
from the fountain of youth
wringing out their clothes
from the highs and lows
of liquid daydreams,
not wanting
to get their feet wet
in dirty water
or look for the promise
of another
endless,
mundane
waterfall.

they emerge
with wrinkled skin
and salty tongues
looking down
at their reflection
and seeing
two sets of eyes
now
one.