In hot luxury lie palatial plazas
And football pitch pools
Placing garden cut vistas
through the forest.
The forest of deer and martens
Now fenced in by traffic or death
Traffic that lives through the rain and the smell of freshly cut corn
Wet and dusty evaporating
in the sun like a grill iron
glowing with the wind.
Ruffling birches
take the rain away and sweet sounding Melun surprises
with high rise and low flow.