Out the back window of the bus

streets twist and climb, buildings part and then-

the sunrise.

the huge blood-orange half-sun, climbing over the horizon

the pinkish-lavender hues of the sky

the early morning city smog

the river sparkling white and the bridge,

illuminated with a thousand twinkling headlights

its bases disappearing in tendrils of fog.

the farine five roses sign, ledgible in the midst of it all,

soflty blinking red and more red.

Montréal in all its beauty.