Looking forward to hearing the rest of “What the boat gave the river,” when it comes out.
It’s the kind of poetry one tries desperately to write as a teenager and would probably pen with ease at 75, if only you still cared...a lament to optimism.
Taxi driver’s making conversation,
says he was a doctor in Lebanon.
Now he’s got 4 kids and an accent,
and Montreal in February
And he drops us off at the corner,
says, may God be with s always.
Everything has a price, he says,
but you don’t realize
how much some of us have to pay…
And I say, where did it go,
my hometown’s halo.
So I look under the soles of my shoes
You say, yes, yes, yesterday’s
got nothing to lose.