Wednesday, June 8, 2011

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