The Empty Cafe in Montreal
It is a late August morning and you are sitting
In an empty sidewalk cafe in Montreal
With puppy in tow.
On your right is a grand old statue
Towering over a bed of orange flowers.
You are drinking a cup of cappuccino unlike any other;
The foam is as thick as rubber
But the heat of your lips and tongue gradually melt it away
Until you taste the strong and fresh espresso.
A cool breeze nips at your shoulders as the very first sign of autumn.
You are totally immersed in the moment
Aware that the past cannot be changed
And the future is uncertain.
One man joins you . and then another.
In the empty sidewalk cafe in Montreal.
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