Two faucets:
The sturdy frost free
Sashays its lever
Functional and small
Its icy stream
Requires no priming and
Accommodates no receptacle;
Beside a weathered chimney
Long and graceful as a crane
In still water
A smooth palm-fitting handle
Sings a cast iron aria
That rising from baritone to alto
Announces the coming;
Each reminds me of you.
LFM
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