Dundas East, New Years Day 83

Cold, bitter, arctic mass

A low winter sun blazed brilliant

Searing hole of fire

in broad azure tapestry

All sounds traveled sharp

amid the steam of our breath

from the icy walk beneath your boots

I wondered did you hear it

through those purple ear muffs

I was afraid to ask you

I didn’t think you’d come

Je regrette, Mademoiselle Cameron

Once we’d arrived I didn’t know

Why you’d want to be with me

for I was no one

I had nothing

and you didn’t even know my name