Two weeks in the wilderness
No tall building surrounding me
No creeping old men staring at me
No festivals, No live music, No shopping or eating out
No parties, no Parc Lafontaine and no picnics on the Mount
No tamtams, potlucks or dollar cinema
No cute little tea shops and no Shaika
I am going to stop here because my message is clear
I am no poet, and I missed you Montreal my dear.
Victoria
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