big town blues (xiv)
promenade

today’s new promenade
low below le grand arch
magnificent modernist high
purity in the hearty hail

lines sheer the up across
counting class countless glass
perceiving cells their rhythm
walk the ambitions met

rare fresh my differing eyes
thousand here thousand see
côte à côte a thousand worn
strong camera eyes my fresh

slippery light icy night
high ground to slide around
the skim of edge the low knife wind
it’s not romans c’est ça