Today's book of poetry is in Quebec, Tadoussac, at present.
I have a bag full of poetry books but haven't opened a page. Being on holiday will do that to you.
This morning it is a trip out onto the water to see whales/baleine.
Later this afternoon - Chicoutimi.
Today's book of poetry will resume normal operations in four or five days, we can't stay in Quebec forever, then I will round up my team of vagabonds. This instant I said "vacation" the office cleared like a sinking ship. But I do know where to find those rats.
More poetry coming soon.