Viva city

(i) Landscape

Long live the king, any king.

Bullishly lose a red flag

then walk humming streets of light.

Lanterns and candles detach

lawbreakers

as the cheerful

thinkers continue their walks.

Find a sundial hiding

by an extinction event.

Run it to the gates, merry

advocates affirm, pushing

ounces of pastel fire

into running momenta.

(ii) Execution

Brains seized, opportune.

Rocking the pont neuf, immune

to downward forces.

Maroon,

a french brown, vital in June.

It regally blinks a tune.

The Palais doors open soon.