Alone and Away

In Montreal
on the 28th of June
A Tuesday
I was having lunch and rose red
after a waiting of 5 hours for visa
and some walk around the streets
Very hot day for a city in the north
I am alone and away
Reading Henry Miller and
almost instantly
I felt amused and cool
We were both strangers in a
French speaking land
and he is right in saying that stories do not start
in Paris or here in Montreal
They started before we arrive