What might this town square have looked like
in another era -- when this bench was not here;
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
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.
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