Motionless limbs of weeping willows...

Motionless limbs of weeping willows from the water
just as the sunken branches were about to swim away
a flutist played, invisible
as there was no single on the bridge
wherefore return here after all these years
and to what degree to endure this balanced beauty
this broadfaced canopy of heaven that the noble dwellings
of Ile Saint-Louis keep possession of on their shoulders
A ship chug downriver with a quiet buzz
an acrobat practices backflips in succession the embankment
the water's skin shivers at the touch of the day-star
and a zephyr-like breath ...