A rooster was born In Nineteen Fifty Seven That rooster was me

End of each school day My dad came to pick me home In his antique car

Daily Lord’s prayer Before the start of lessons Primary school me

Riding on his bike Hoping for a glimpse of her He whistled his love

He did it with her In the school’s gardening store Sad defloration

Fingers and toes numb First winter in Toronto Bumpkin in the snow

Autumn maple leaves How I miss the sight of them Montreal’s Mount Royal

The dinner bell rings The dormitories empty Queue up for sardines.

The ship chugged along Waves sounded loud in the night On the deck I slept

Montreal late autumn In solitude I posed for a timer mode shot.