its green slats supporting the weight of a culture
that we tried to bring with us, when we docked
at Pier 21, but could not fit in our suitcases
without handles. Now I sit in the mapled shade
and consider. Where would we have put it?
The plaque below the statuary is a reminder
that the Fathers of Confederation had fought
for the sole possession of this land. When
Montreal fell during a revolutionary war,
Quebec's allegiances were for the taking,
but would not become another Cajun state -
the francophone roots showing through
the bleached bones of an English presence.
Our flag flutters above the tips of trees,
the red and white -- minus the blue.
NICK BRUNO's poetry has appeared in publications such as Verse Libre Quarterly, The Poetry Super High Way, Electric Acorn, Poor Mojo's Almanac, Unlikely Stories, The Breath E-zine and Another Toronto Quarterly. He holds a Masters in Sociology along with a T.E.S.L. degree. He recently spent several years in Europe, where he taught English as a second language. He is presently living and writing in Canada.