The 72 bus runs from
the bottom of Paris 16 to Hôtel de Ville.
The Seine river graces its route.
As I ride it, on the way to somewhere in the center of town,
the long arm of the river offers tranquility.
Bridges arch gracefully over it,
providing an architecture for its continual flow.
Statues extend fearlessly towards it,
suspended over its current.
The ripples of the water glisten in the sun
and reflect fragments of the host of majestic buildings
that line its banks.
These fragments float into my mind
and converse with fragments from my life.