This is a poem I wrote about the last week or two in Montreal. I almost never write poetry, so beware.
What will today bring in Montreal?
a flash flood, a pots-and-pans-brigade, a humid heat, a temporary truce, a tweet to arms, a ralentissement de service on the Ligne Orange
a soggy map, an article on spoiled brats, sheet lightning, a no-news news conference, a swimming rat, a ralentissement de service on the Ligne Bleue
a kettling, an emergency evacuation, two red squares on two white breasts, a dead cat on the pavement, a ralentissement de service on the Ligne Verte
a sudden darkness, falling bricks, another injunction, a dismembered human torso, a ralentissement everywhere
a siren before bed.