On Missing 2

In my stupid days
I thought:
I miss her, she misses me
This is love
Love is missing
Potholes in the road
Nothing in the fridge
An infinite emptiness that puts out an Adirondack chair, inviting you to contemplate everyone else having fun on a lake

In my smarter days
I think:
Missing?
What is that?
It’s cold out and the wind is sharp and stings my face
I almost slip on some ice at the corner of Le Moyne and McGill
There’s a cafe called U67 that adverts coffee and a beignet for $6.50
The tap tap of keys in my pocket
GP is behind the counter through the window at Ciccio’s
And I soupe on snow that falls like orzo and parmesan
Little things filling an infinite spoon

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.