TAKE FLIGHT TO MONTREAL!

			Do you know what that tentacle,
			now weaving itself
			through the slats of your fire escape
			has done for the front of your building?

			(It has not adorned it!)

			that when the citrus slant
			of early sunlight 
			illuminates it from underneath,
					when lifted,
			and catches the pallor
			of its suckers wide-eyed,

			cabs slew broadside
			to the traffic and squad cars
			settle single file
			across the street?

			I suppose
			that whatever pours it,
			like a viscid dripping,
			from one of your open casements,
			was installed in your fourth floor loft
			to frighten burglars,
					but
				nevertheless
			you could have encouraged
			whatever it is
			to hoist its excess yardage
			            inside
			even if you balked
			at arranging its removal
			or an adequate explanation.

			You had better
			plan on a long
				and immediate
			vacation in Montreal.

					- Barbara A. Holland

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