Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Vieux Montreal, Marche du Vieux

Caucasian male, mid 20s, with shaggy beach-blonde hair, awkwardly parted hard to the side, wearing black rimmed glasses, pink striped shirt and faded blue jeans.

Stranger Music: Selected Poems and Songs, Leonard Cohen (McClelland & Stewart)

From "As the Mist Leaves No Scar":

As the mist leaves no scar
On the dark green hill,
So my body leaves no scar
On you, nor ever will.

When wind and hawk encounter,
What remains to keep?
So you and I encounter,
Then turn, then fall to sleep.

He takes the biggest table to himself, papers spread around him, looking up at passing women with a vacant stare. It's not until he gently requests a glass of water from one of the young women working behind the counter that his expression softens, his lips parting into a familiar grin, his teeth large and white against his pale, fine features. She, too, is wearing black rimmed glasses and bright patterned clothing. They hover in front of one another, hands at their sides. Her shift ends shortly and he's come early to collect.

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