Odds ‘n Suds
It’s 2 am and the bars are
closing. Too many
voices on the streets
of Jasper,
sleep undone.
From my Athabasca Hotel
window I see
beer-movements along
Prince Street
taxis humming in their quest
for fares, some drinkers
preferring to
stagger homeward.
“LF? You know
somethin’?” someone shouts.
“You’re ugly too,” an
added bonus.
Conversations continue,
a collage
of opinions,
listen to their
energy, a boozy mix
girls and guys
patterns in time. I ask
patience for these lives,
and forgive
them for natural urges as they
climb the Rocky
Mountains in their dreams.
© Richard L. Provencher 2008
Published November 27, 2008
Blue Skies Poetry
Alberta, Canada
