Favorite Places in Montreal #1
Castro VC is incessant in this city
receding into the brick from the shouts of schoolyard children,
surfacing on the cement of an overpass, only to porpoise beneath
a poster for Jean Le Loup’s two night stand at Club Soda.
The tags of the city are Sirens
I walk past them huddled in doorways,
seizing the long strands of my hair,
ivying their arrows around my ankles.
He took me to the secret place beneath the highway,
mattresses pushed against the pillars and piles of rags,
empty cans of spray paint and names upon names.
Generations of names.
I learned the tags like I learned the constellations,
So the stars would not be a disorganized scatter across the sky.
Each one now a story, a myth.
I came back and sat on the cement blocks,
sat and waited,
sat and sat.
This desolate patch grew flowers,
lived but a few days
and I was the only one to see the blooms.
(This is in response to a HomeRun challenge to write a poem about one's favorite place in Montreal. I am going to try a few out.)
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