The title is ambiguous though this fifth collection of poems by a Canadian poet, teacher, and playwright indeed is obsessed with time: by times past, people in myths, books, Greek paintings, and by personal lost moments. The title refers also to ""Minutes. . . of the last meeting"" since the final moments of love affairs and encounters haunt so many of the poems; time slips away through a relentlessly draining hour-glass. It is all recorded almost dispassionately; yet through this formal shrubbery of language peer elder, satyr-like shapes. Boredom, annoyance, sex, stir restlessly under the sophisticated, apparently casual lines. Alone in a French town, off-season, he says, ""Life leers from every terrace and embrasure/Tricky, inaccessible and dear."" So it does from most of these polished, uneasy poems.