Public Art Property Poem by Zyw Zywa

Public art property:
the firefighters are training
in the Seine, in the gallant park
forty sparrows play

with Sunday's children, and
oil and sand sail steadily
through the dense grid
of swarming people

At the new bridge, a ship squeezes
out two decks of pupils:

a long ribbon of orange caps
waves over the bridge railings
to the other side and paints there
a line through the streets

moving from the thick tail
that is pushing at the bottom
of the stairs in the garden --
spied by a cat

on a hot tin roof