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