How does a city speak
\nfrom its parks and highways,
\nstatues, pools, public monuments,
\nshowing off its best side,
\nthe thing that brought it glory
\nor sells its products?
\nI suppose, like people,
\nit depends.<\/p>\n
Why does a face attract us?
\nThe eyes, the whimsy of a tease,
\nlips full as peaches,
\nhair parted one way or another?
\nBut there is one city that flirted,
\nseemed tireless with color,
\nsmiled,
\ncharmed,
\nhad the lightness of souffl\u00e9.<\/p>\n
Not Columbus,
\nnot London,
\nnot Rome,
\nalthough I have an affair with Rome.
\nIt is Paris,
\non a bus,
\nentering its streets.
\nI saw windows of amethyst
\ncaused by dew,
\nwindows of copper
\ncatching the sun,
\ndoors of satin
\ncovered by shadows.
\nBlue slate roofs and alleys of romance,
\nwith shafts of sky.<\/p>\n
People with thin faces,
\nold men watching wine in glasses,
\nwomen with smart hats,
\nand young women lithe as saplings
\nleaving trails of light.
\nHow did this old Gaelic town
\nstay so young?
\nA pool filled with coins,
\nchurches with wings,
\nand painters,
\nwith small white canvases of color
\ndripping flowers,
\nmoods and crowds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
How does a city speak from its parks and highways, statues, pools, public monuments, showing off its best side, the thing that brought it glory…<\/p>\n