A Train in Montreal
<p>Frigid October rains,</p>
<p>Pounding against the glass of the city’s skyscrapers.</p>
<p>Droplets smashing fiercely against the concrete steps and the grim faces.</p>
<p>I am safe from the rains.</p>
<p>I stand a hundred feet beneath the concrete steps.</p>
<p>A hundred feet beneath the grim faces.</p>
<p>Toothless men with guitars strum, perched along the underground walkways,</p>
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