For some reason this morning I started to think about the four years we lived in Montréal, riding the subway, visiting the Old Port, the street musicians. Here are a few memories…
Old Port buskers
captivating Andes flutes
drummer a beat behind
stilt man
steps up his McGill tuition
future architect
subway guitar player
revs up as we pass
notes in his case
“just a dollar madam
milk for my little girl”
here’s hoping
dusty old derelict
his haunting “Oh Danny Boy”
pulls out tears and toonies
shivering beggar
on a downtown street
I donate my lunch
Latino singer
my silly feet start dancing
“ba ba bamba”
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You have definitely captured those street moments!
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Glad I could bring them to life for you. 🙂
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Beautiful “notes in his case” — I love the double meaning.
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A quick flash of inspiration. 🙂
(Don’t know why, but WordPress is asking me to log in so I can leave this comment. Sigh….!)
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WP does that to me often. I’ve decided that WP is whimsical and roguish
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It’s definitely become more that way. A few blogs I follow, for awhile I couldn’t LIKE their posts or comments without logging in, now I still I can’t LIKE their replies to my comment.
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Annoying..l
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I was walking along with you 🙂
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I thought you might enjoy these. 🙂
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Indeed!
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