Promenade

Undulant rustlings,              Of oncoming silk,              Rhythmic, incessant,              Like the motion of leaves...              Fragments of color              In glowing surprises...              Pink inuendoes              Hooded in gray              Like buds in a cobweb              Pearled at dawn...              Glimpses of green              And blurs of gold              And delicate mauves              That snatch at youth...              And bodies all rosily              Fleshed for the airing,              In warm velvety surges              Passing imperious, slow...     Women drift into the limousines     That shut like silken caskets     On gems half weary of their glittering...     Lamps open like pale moon flowers...     Arcs are radiant opals     Strewn along the dusk...     No common lights invade.     And spires rise like litanies -     Magnificats of stone     Over the white silence of the arcs,     Burning in perpetual adoration.