Washington Square Fountain Full of Kids

shine and spray
out from tiny feet,
laugh and fall of all
those
colors and gleams of
little bodies,
a long like the Milky Way
or willow limb
or pine shadow
smile
of a really hot day.
And all you have to
do is
put your feet in
soon as the policeman’s
gone.

III

Little Person rides
is a Flame
in her seat on
your back
Leaps out smiles at
All
The people in the street
In her hand a branch
New Rose breathes open
gleams
Down another stem
Curled dark petals
drop
on her arm
All there is of Being
They don’t see it or
There wouldn’t be this city