Glenn Gould
comes back to life,
buys a grape soda
from a corner store,
one with a green aluminum
awning over the door.
Then
he calls up the radio
station (CBC I think)
from a phone booth, bells
ring in the grey air as
he sips soda, bending
the pull-top
back and forth, back
and forth.
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I got this in my mail, but I think you're better suited to apply. Good luck!
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Yep, you should apply, Jason.
Well, thank you. I'm still editing this one, and I don't take it that seriously. To be honest, I didn't know you guys commented - so I'm reading this mid-December. Thanks again, you two are too kind.
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