FLORENCE BLOOMS Wendy Webb
He swept up works of art from off the ground,
ran fast and left but one that could be found.
We stood, immobile tourists, all around
and watched no strong arm of the law confound.
Much later, small road-sweeping vans crept in…
slow and municipal, the public bin.
As pavement art grew, trading night to win
the prize, as public purse-strings entered in.
The city came alive to blooming lights,
a fleur-de-lys of music, colours, sights.
Rich gastronomic scenes played freedom’s rights
and Firenze exhaled sweetest perfumed flights.
Note: Florence means ‘flower’ and the symbol of the city is the fleur-de-lys, or lily.