Wanderlust
Woke up waltzing with Strauss again,
the smell of baguette careening through my nose like a slalomist
and a Eurail car speeding from my dreams,
skin itching to get up out of my bed.
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Originally, it was my goal to write a poem - or at least a fragment of one - everyday, preferably first thing in the morning. That project was successful for a short while, but has run its course. Check here for updates on Chris Masson, the poet from Montreal, including some news about the Throw Poetry Collective. Or just drop a haiku on me.
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