Paris is Beautiful at Night, You Say

Paris is beautiful at night, you say,
But I'm not sure this is the view we want of it.
We walk with a purpose
A direction
Motivation from
Aching feet and the
Promise of rest
We walk with wide eyes
And open ears
Slightly Strange intricacies of daily life.
Enjoying the company and
Knowing you like I never would have
We walk with a hurried exaltation,
With the folded, sweat-stained paper
In your hands
Directing us
Confounding us
We walk with each other

[Sarah Caufield]