Scaffolds at Sunset, Paris Rising
Under peach clouds the iron ribs stand still, A patient giant drinking evening’s gold. Through dusted lanes my quiet footsteps spill, While distant hammers shape a dream retold. The city hums beneath a tender sky, Green gardens hold their breath in amber air. I watch the tower’s scaffolded reply, And feel tomorrow settling softly there.
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