Crossing Rachel a traveler
in dreadlocks and yellow shirt
asks the way to Bellechasse.
Down the avenue of trees
I follow a squirrel
and three leashed malamuts;
unfurl my blanket beneath a maple:
dappled shade; lazy ducks;
the mesmerizing curtain of the fountain.
Sips of coffee between poems
in a salmon-colored binding: the poet,
alone in a foreign city, listens to music.
A visit by a fluffy dog,
black, white, with curious tongue;
an old man turns his fine profile toward the lake;
a young man with tattooed shoulders
bends his girlfriend like the pliant rushes
with passionate kisses.
The sun grows hotter,
the fountain stops, begins again:
a single burst toward heaven.