The Fountain

Walking in Lexington woods as a teen,

with my friend Ian, life was more mysterious,

in the way it is for teenagers, who anticipate 

their lives. I recall breathing in the night, 

breathing in the stars, by the Minuteman

at Lexington Green. We talked about 

a movie, in which a conquistador encounters 

eternal life, which swallows him, vegetation 

eating his body. It was not the eternal 

life expected, it was more terrible than that... 

the conquistador blossomed violently 

into the present, green vines of the world tree.