from the bridge Garibaldi,
toward the island Tiberina,
the split Tevere river water runs swiftly.
a three foot falls is on the South side.
caught in the back water of the falls
are eight soccer balls rapidly turning ,
25 bright, shiny one- liter plastic bottles in motion,
sparkling iridescent light blue, green, orange and white.
bathing in exploding foam that surrounds all.
gleaming refracting sun jumps colors to life.
when you come to Rome be sure to look;
I’m sure it will till be there.
swift flows the river
but those rolling objects
aren’t leaving;
they like it there.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
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Hi Jack,
This is my favorite line: "gleaming refracting sun jumps colors to life." I like the way the poem presumes the reader will be coming to visit, and this is something special to see there. The reality is, I suppose, this is garbage that has collected, ever spinning, brightly colored, in the sunlight; or it sounds like a description of some of America's "art in public places."
i agree,Annie,
some art as with beauty
can be discovered
if you look for it.
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