Paris

for Nicole

They spoke to the tourist with finance
Words that traslated easily
Dollar to franc
In the small cafes
And bookstores on their streets

He took his books and a few simple phrases
Into the museums to try and find
The language spoken there

You told me Paris was like a mirror
And you had changed
Seen the face between the glass
And the picture in you head

What did the camera see in you
the iris that shuttered over your face
And captured light on paper
That looked like you
kept, crinkled outside a frame
Black and white

Did it see paris
Are you in there like that

I am the only stranger here
And when i try to speak the language
You don't understand