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Brad's Journal - November 4, 2002
Quebec Music
Words half grasped
Slipping thru a fist like
Half frozen water
On a quebec winter shore.
Skating on thin ice, I am
Here in Dis-world
With different sounds and new smiles
Young children go where I cannot.
The radio is now all French
And I find joy in the words
For dey first time
Of a once unmusical speech.
So…I dance, understanding enough
Knowing it’s a love song,
Or perhaps she remembers
A brother or maybee….a father gone?
Can’t quite hear the story
Yet
But
Winter festival will come.
In dis new year
Walk on water
Sing in tune
Taste French morning coffee.
Au Revoir.
SO MANY PEOPLE
Here and gone
Four a days glimpse
In a strangers country
Calling new friends by different names
Four
I’ve met too many
Pretty faces
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