Mauve Flower

Mauve flower
also in grey-green 
sky tanner
an odour of Paris 
the metro which rolls
cry absentees sure 
in crowds whole
which the teeth endure
then a hunting horn 
then in the tower
glass palace adorns
and Sainte-Geneviève 
the library
nearby Saint-Victor
where the crocodile
averts its neck
near the labyrinth
near the cedar 
near the lion
nearby the Gare de Lyon
near the Bastille
near the Rivoli
near the Concord
near the bridge 
just one bridge 
bridges on the Seine 
bridges everyday
bridges in the night 
die and wither away
the crazed cats cast off
in water pale white
way up there the ducks 
do receive the snow 
returning to park 
at Buttes Chaumont
many hours much impugned
such a long time and many moons 
in this old Paris
where my sighs let free
where my heart abstains
where my heart remains
near this mauve air 
and this grey-green
iron tanner
bridges of Paris