The Smell of Paris
Michael Anson

You told me I smell like Paris. . .
But what does Paris smell like?

Men wrapping their feet in newspaper
Desperately greedy, hands reaching for small change
I hear they are supported by the system
And walk on

Elegant Old World courts
Stuffed full of ancient men, consumed by their own importance
I hear their voiceless noise
And move on

The hustle and bustle of Armani-suited men scurrying for the metro
Frantically busy, no time to translate directions for an American
I hear their steps leading to darkness
And stumble on

I guess I don’t remember. . .
What does Paris smell like?