We’ll Be Heading South Again Soon
in a furnished Quebec room
a southern pair
rented there
would work and chore and sometimes dally
then spend the winter back in Cali
now before it starts to snow
it’s time for them to pack and go
so goodnight lune, bonne nuit stars
goodnight to the chicken cars
goodnight to the maples tall
where the jays and goshawks call
goodnight cafés
goodnight sun
goodnight circus samba drum
goodnight squirrels
goodnight murals
goodnight buses, goodnight trains
Goodnight freezing flooding rains
goodnight *achoos*
goodnight statues
goodnight to les enfants romping
goodbye, upstairs neighbor stomping
goodnight gardens,
steeples, lights
goodnight hockey player fights
goodnight heaps
goodnight sheeps
goodnight placettes on the street
goodnight brutal humid heat
goodnight to Olympic towers
goodnight all the pretty flowers
goodnight trails on Mount Tremblant
all the hiking you could want
goodnight blue skies
goodnight fireflies
goodnight to old Hudson’s Bay
sorry that you went away
goodnight francophones
goodnight orange cones
goodnight tutor for my French
goodnight pine tree, wooden bench
goodnight baguettes, chocolatines
salty cheesy hot poutines
goodnight walk-streets
goodnight dance beats
goodnight Bixi, kept us rolling
goodnight to grafitti trolling
goodnight, cosplay hist’ry tour
arm in arm with my amour
goodnight to companions stout
all the friends who helped us out
goodnight art
goodnight heart
un grand merci to one and all.
goodnight–we love you, Montreal.
