lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


16 April 2008

103: York Mills

The land ascends, rising from descent and reaching a peak,
It is concrete and real, these paved pathways that arch and bend.
The houses, large and hollow nothings, rise and fall with the hills,
Roofs ever reaching higher, constant growth spurts
are unnaturally disguised.
Driving past them, they are
just residential decorations.