Mississauga VI

Part Of A Series Of Poems About Mississauga

o mississauga
      i remember her vocabulary
      her cadence & inflection
      thick with traffic
      running nowhere

o mississauga
      does this departure gladden
      are her streets tinted gold
      is the house i built filled
      with gratitude & laughter

o mississauga
      just down the highway
      i thought once perhaps you could
      be calmed be settled be okay
      (you could not)

o mississauga
      another follows in my wake
      a fraud a fake a not-quite
      but he pays his taxes & mows his lawn &
      that’s good enough