In a paean to the sun, the little hydrant raises chained arms
to sing to the sunlight, to tell it of its joy;
finally the days of having cold snows thrown onto him
by passing plows are over. The sunny yellow
hydrant casts a shadow that boasts of water pressure
within that far exceeds his visible size.
Lurking in a shadowed corner of a downtown building,
this riser boasts four heads, its spigots thoughtfully
arranged for easy access by the firefighters who may
While the red door indicates the risers within have their own shelter,
the yellow one remains outside, perhaps as sentry.