Poetry on the way
(Inspired by the subway poems)
Shot of a billboard
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Walking down the street
I see the the bird that brought me here
whispering a secret to an open flower.
Her wings hum like the city
around me,
invisible.
Without listening,
I hear.
Without understanding,
I know.
The seemingly closed door opens:
Labels: experiences, poems, toronto
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