Easter Sunday.
Mont Royal metro station
Spring sun opens my eyes-
white curtains, lime walls
church bells chime.
Spring sun hits sidewalk.
Many feet hit rue Mont Royal-
some of them furry.
Some stop at the Metro-
$2.00 maple taffy
from a tray of sweet snow.
Spring sun sings with me,
a fiddle, a guitar and an accordion.
I don’t know how long I will dance here,
who will speak to me,
where the flow of feet will lead me
next.
