CAFE DES CERCLES...

Boulevard de la Grotte

the clouds seem closer here,
the sun, a less-defiant harbouring,
the mountains seem undivided
(like the memory of an insufficient God,
a point above where miracles come hindered
by candlelight), a walk is only a pilgrimage
if the intent is there, trinkled offerings
remains as they were -- winding roads
of second-hand shopping, two star hotels
with celestial gritty bends... a grotto