It stands alone on a green field on the east slope of my mountain.
Now with brown-gold legs, higher up ferruginous sides.
No longer any cattle here, no reason for water service.
This well rusted watering can looks across to rolling coastal foothills.
A little green ball crowns the tower’s cap.
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mountain water tank
man’s labor left to picnics
four leggy shade tree
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