General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

WINTER IN MONTREAL


My abiding memory of that winter,

was,

going to Leonard Cohen's house.

We huddled together as the blizzard set in.

He greeted us, let us in,

and offered us olives on a black plate.

I can't remember his words, because the years

have passed.

Or whether he liked my poems,

I never asked...



Jarvo 2018