Lily Ladewig

Rue Vivienne

is trellised
its trees laced with wool
this became your destination

your parents are with you
the winter trees are widows
once hotly sought after

in warm weather
now they are all but forgotten
they keen against

the columns of harlequins
these groups are disparate
they are bankers and bakers

aperitifs lead you on
twinkling from the windows
uncut amber