Bus Station, Montreal

Leaving for Washington DC

A girl from the US snaps that she doesn’t speak French
At the porter whose French is incomprehensible.
Leaving family behind, about to journey through the night,
The continent’s scale comes back into focus:
Odysseys embarked on just like this, bitter Sunday tears,
Adios in a hundred tongues. Folk like me hoping the empty seat
Beside them

Stays empty;
One last smoke before we roll.
And please love let me
sleep.

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