that Sunday
on a corner
in la Bastille
Max
roller-skating leader
of the pack
leading us
leading me
across the bridge
across the Seine
but
pas sufi
for Max and me
it is not enough
so we continue
to Sacre-Coeur

and there is
no film needed
no flash
required
to capture
our journey
this camera
is internal

every second
a portrait
imprinted
as we move
through light
through dark
sans wheels
into the night
the day
the week
our dance
spilling
onto the balcony
spinning atop the roof
twirling
high above the boulevard
together
we dance
nearly naked
in body
so naked
in spirit
we continue
over
then under
le Pont-Neuf
across

le Pont-des Arts
up, up, up
among
the very lights
of la Tour Eiffel
we continue
to continue
the dance
our dance
the beat
our beat
and this picture
of Max and me
framed internally
can be carried
from here
to there
to any
of my
imprinted
anywheres.

– Photograph by Fani Kanawati