the sax

here,

in the busy mist of the city,

i hear a lone saxophone cry to the godfather song,

i searched in vain,

through the alleys streets and crowded people,

to the places of buskers and beggars,

but could not find,

then,

i knew what it meant,

alas tears cluttered my eyes,

Toronto is finally saying goodbye.

yonge-dundas from my window