OPTIONAL POETRY

They told me how one architect cast himself as St Thomas to look out over the rooftops in perpetuity– a sentinel of the Île, to dawns, the rains, those low gold winter sunsets, the Seine grown vein-dark by evening, bridge spans reflected to form perfect spheres of sky– transient beauty, it was a later addition, the apostles on the spire, nothing lasts forever as it stands and nothing stands forever but they took down those […]