Pierre Trudeau Paddling

A Ringing Bell

The lights are all out

The wind passes singing

And the trees shiver

The animals are dead

Nobody is left

Look

The stars have stopped sparkling

The earth turns no more

A head nods

The hair sweeps the night

The last steeple standing

Rings midnight

- Pierre Reverdy (as translated by Kenneth Rexroth)

Every summer I learn the same lesson

Every summer I do not go to school

Every summer I am

In the forest

On the lake

By the river

Rolling down the dead proud highway

At the racetrack

At the roller derby

At the PNE

Any where I want to be

Every summer I learn the same lesson

I am Pierre Trudeau paddling his motherfucking canoe