
A Rimbaud
Under bronze blankets
his feet stick out for her rest.
Summery boredom.

Violin
Curving left, bent right,
violin and Charlotte fit,
feeling the same vibe.

Friends
Huddled stones speak low.
Not even the River knows
their secrets and fears.

Le Grand Signe
Jenga-like, rough stone
planks intersect families
scattering their lives.

The Shield
Probing pipes cross arms
not wishing to say too much,
proxies for man-beast.

Anticipation
A surging cyclist
slides past a strolling woman,
both seeking cool shade.

Renewal
A stone bateau-mouche
hugs Île de la Cité, green
before the ruins.

After the Fire
Flying buttresses
undergirded by wood arcs
care for the burned church.
Jim, The words are simple, descriptive, and evoke wonderful memories.