Got off the bus
on Ste. Catherine east,
a ride through a potpourri
of commercials and people
watching people
on and on and on....

In this blue light district,
I saw-
abandoned stores,
plastered with posters-
torn and ripped-
which created designs
of their own.

I saw
collages
of paper and people,
accentuated by the falling rain-
Reflections
on sidewalks-
as pretty as any
I've ever seen.

I turned many corners.
Art jumped out at me-
almost flourescent.
I took hundreds
of pictures.
I took my mind away
from problems,
lists of things.
I was here now-
amidst the
stickers, and scribbles,
and scrawls, murals,graffitti
and drawings-

art, art, art-
plastered, postered-
splattered like the
neverending rain-
reflecting
city beauty.

I walked alot,
past drop-in churches,
past people
without homes,
past bodys wandering,
past ads of erotica.

In this
rough and tumble,shaggy
hood,
the streets
were illuminated
with ExPrEsSiOn-

It was here
I found
such
raw beauty.

------- Author's Notes -------

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