Thursday, August 28, 2008

Seen in a Montreal Park

I drive by this park every day.

Yet,
Today is different,
even when it is just a hot, lazy summery day.


There is a pretty young woman sitting in the tree shade,
leaning against its trunk.
Today.

Her dress creeping upwards,
Her lips barely quivering,
She is reading a book of poems,
Today.

She is reading one specific poem
Today.

This one. The one I am writing right now.
The one you are reading as I write.
Today.