big town blues (xiv) — promenade

today’s new promenade
low below la grande 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