Shane Plante
Three Days in Montreal

             1.

‘Bonjour, hi’

mount real : : : yes, there is a
Francophone laugh : : : distinctive as
a captain’s uniform © : : : sown on
gold crest : : : but I could be wrong : :
: tongues waggling something awful
: : : avant-grammarians : : : don’t get
any ideas : : : prefer to figure 1 : : :


             2.

Antiphonal afternoon

two with everything please, oh yes,
to go : : : spindle of ink : : : editing
daily, sleeping early : : : filament of
sparrow : : : harrowing home, by
way of air currents : : : but, again, I
could be wrong : : : belly harbouring
cargo : : : metaphors crumbling : : :


             3.

Centrifugal season

please stow your language in an
overhead compartment : : : Montreal,
luminous as a deep-sea fish : : :
bilingual insurrection, hemorrhaging
mid-century style : : : reinforcements
and crumpets were deployed : : : too
late, as it turns out : : : disembarking
with luggage in lieu of lover : : :

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