| poetspulpit1 |
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Information Highway
Sunday afternoon
two o'clock
where do they go when
the light changes
their soles, souls
worn out from crossing
and re-crossing
the very same street
time and time again
I sat and stared
obliquely
out the library
window at them and
the Oddfellows building
until a parade of prams
crossing Lakeshore and
Navy
told me it was time
to finally go home |
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