Mississauga IV

Part Of A Series Of Poems

Behind the gears
this morning the sun
blinded me

and the city was beautiful
and the city was a city

and I didn’t want to leave
just for a second

until I noticed
that eternal rear-view behemoth’s
flickering middle-finger

when he passed me
he passed me good

three lanes

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