Friday, February 25, 2011

Streets of Old Quebec

Walking you in winter
Homesick for out east
Gliding between stone houses
Icicles beautiful, danger pregnant
Moon dyed icy blue sidewalks
Dancing at Le Fourmit Atomique
Refusing mescaline and pot peddlers
Alone on Crémazie ouest
My foolish young sadness
I now laugh at
Gripped by cold nights
Called by your beauty

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