A Toronto Thoroughfare,Two A.M.
The road is quiet and lonely,
With few vehicles on the move,
The rare TTC bus trots away,
At its even speed,
With just a couple of commuters in it,
Night walkers pass along the sidewwalks,
The town is squalid and sinister,
With the carpet paved road in the midst,
A winding but straight pathway,
Extending to far-off desinations,
Opposite my window,
The moon shines,
Clear and round,
Through the ash coloured night,
The road is lit with street lamps,
And they glitter coldly.
I stand at the window and watch the moon,
She is hazy and lustreless,
But I adore the moon,
I like the quietness,
And the peaceful atmosphere,
That envelopes it.
(2014)
The poem describes the stillness of the night
