today’s new promenade
low below le grand arche
magnificent modernist high
purity the hearty hail
lines sheer the up across
counting class countless glass
perceiving cells their rhythm
walk ambitious met
rare fresh my differ eyes
thousand here thousand see
côte à côte a thousand worn
strong camera eyes my fresh
slippery light icy night
high ground slide around
the skim edge the knife low wind
ça n’est pas romans c’est ça