poetry plaque on Keefer street

When she returned
from overseas, people
complained that she stood
too closely, sometimes they could
feel her breath, soured by late afternoon,
a moist jet of speech…
With time she retreated and people
began to feel better again.

Whoever wrote it, we know one thing about them: they’re Canadian!

This plaque is sitting about twelve feet up on a wall on the corner of an alley at Keefer Street just East of Main.

Nobody knows where it came from, nobody knows who wrote it. Or do they? Do you? If so, let us know in the comments, for yea verily we are way curious.