Torontovilletown/Royal Mountain
in these cities
des villes
sans fueilles
and nothing to leave
or a falling
leaf in the
morning outside
against grey
tree-planting sky
un ciel gris est gelée
all so frozen and high and
wearing a garbage bag
to rester sec
or it's a far grey town now,
a different city where
no one speaks
the same language
here
and there
are other ways to look at this we
suppose there was a
warm fall day she was
wearing the sweater he'd
gotten her and
wondering how the weather was
where he was now
and she
was looking down on
boul rene levesque
watching the sun
push over
mont
real
the hill that will
disappear as we will
disappear and the
stars will guide all to
somewhere so
long so gone
far from toronto
far from the royal mountain
with the rivers on
all sides closing in
again
like their
time has come
back or
never left and
ours is all
finished we should
be grateful we
had a good run un
bon cours it wasn't
much it was yeah
c'etait rien que
magique et
coleur nothing but
far away cities and skies still
living here
coming to
life now in
these old sturdy boots with
new ways to
pronounce our
names.
6 comments:
photo first appeared at
http://alabelforartists.blogspot.com/2008/11/tourist-photography.html
I think I may have missed how purdy this one was the first time around. I like these semi-aerial type view, and that's a nice one.
Wow man, wow. The poetry is, well, I'm speechless. Relative to my experiences as of late, this really gnaws at my soul, ugh, eck, push, up...
keeps drawing me back for another read - and it's better every time.
I like the references to clothing, sweaters and boots, something about having those items given and wearing them long after the giver has left the scene is meaningful to me.
beautiful poem.
yes, good, thx all. i have been informed there is a spelling mistake or two, though.
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