revised

letter (late fall)

late fall if i can call it that

not that the weather cares

making a mess of main park


know you’re not at home

at the streetcar stop wear the effects

of the snowplough’s bow wave


ottawa-coteau-?-montreal

in a bilingual province

i know half the language


a bottle spins

its own translation

the juice from Florida is 100% & pure


the diary says

if the island prison

library’s an escape


writing the air letter was

taking my homesickness tablets

or you write i wait


but it’s not us just the mail

the more prescient of beginnings

dear j, hope this letter finds you…