Toronto

Dark spaceships deploy
overhead

the veil of buildings
just want to say
hello
to me

dark faces pass by
in multicolor
cabs

I wave
at their
dark silhouettes

I imagine
they're blowing
kisses all the way
back to
me

and as they slowly drive away

Concrete still looms
flowers will always bloom
along Spadina avenue

What have I done?
have I turned everyone
into a demon?

Feet step softly
into long grasses
where passion flowers lay
theyme, sickle, and hay

now I've turned it
all around
basil, finches, and sage

Even the garbage cans
look graceful at
six am

Will the grey buildings
say goodbye to me

when i leave?