Wishing Fountain

A brazen coin tucked deep between
Failing fingers, steep inclines of youth
And pushed back plastic hoods, elastic edged
Around my eyes.

A stumbling block towards another
Footprints in grass (or turf at least)
Up stretched along a wall knee-high
And in to water.

Splashed back boots to parent heart
And home. I get to wish another
But it isn't true, in all honesty
Come to nothing.