Early morning
Empty TTC train seats
Mid-September
A chill
As I step out,
walking along Dundas
past Sherbourne
Listening to
sober podcasts -
lived experiences,
the climb
People speak
about falling off
the wagon.
So they hold on tight,
knuckles buckling,
with every tumble
we're taught shame.
We forget that we are
The Wagon
Poetry rises
Inspiration
comes easily
When you witness
the kalapati fly
at first light.
Fish in the sky
Love,
made material
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