Montréal sous la pluie et le brouillard

The master’s palette is grey this morning
Steel in the sky
Drained browns of cobbles and bricks

At the end of Rue Notre Dame Est
the Molson factory is behind a shower curtain of drizzle
Up Rue Sanguinet
some church waits at la porte de la salle de bain
peering through the steam

The bane of my existence IS existence
around me in its chaotic
meaningless beauty
where factories and cathedrals
molecule by molecule
mineral by mineral
expire with the rain
Au revoir!
Down the drain!

Existence is a simple me
alone yet everyone and object
smokers in doorways
a sticker on a balustre d’une clôture en fer
kids watching their feet following dad down the street

Then:
pattering on my umbrella

the world keeps knocking to come in

picking my path through slush

stepping over an oil rainbow
to my own somewhere

Salut!

You’ve met me somewhere in Montreal. Perhaps I took your picture! Please send me a message to say hi, or get a copy.

Vous m’avez rencontré quelque part à Montréal. Peut-être que j’ai pris ta photo ! Veuillez m’envoyer un message pour me dire bonjour ou en obtenir une copie.