View from the Ninth Floor of the Four Star
sunrise slithers high-rise glass
and Montreal crawls to life
notes of last night’s jazz & blues
drift into semi-breve mist
lovers’ limbs fuse in a doorway
fingers grazing shadow-skin
trash swallowed in garbage jaws
debris swept from sidewalk grey
suits criss-cross waking streets
Tim Horton cups raised to lips
a jogger pounds phone in hand
dodging early-bird flow
somewhere Justin Bieber stirs
ringtone bruising the air
a sleeping bag squirms
jerks into daily fentanyl haze
