(poetic thought — referring to a woman I saw a few days ago on Bayview ave. — crying while walking and on her mobile phone)
The latter part refers to the sky I’m presently viewing while perched on a stool, looking out the window on the 2nd floor of Indigo’s Starbucks — Yonge and Eglinton. The history here… yet today, the sky is “mine” — nostalgic; sentimental. There’s a constant flowing stream of women walking up and down Yonge st. below me — I Love heels!!
The correlation is not an “obvious” one — yet any of these many stylish women could just as likely be crying as the woman, stylish in heels and designer threads — was on Bayview not so many days ago…
Ah poetry — so wonderfully convoluted; so reliant on intuition and shades of nuanced subtleties to be “understood”, or at the very least, interpreted. All necessary to the process.
Melancholy is lightly touching me, and I’m receiving of her attention — “she” is one of my oldest and dearest friends. Today, however, we’ll be chaperoned by Hope. Always a great threesome!
In my peripheral vision, a black lady beside me unwraps something edible and seems to move like a plant in the wind, or a flexible robot — stiff fluidity… very odd. Outside, the masses travel as though on horizontal “moving sidewalks” like those found in airports; lost in their own thoughts while I use them to make sense of my own. Melancholy is lightly touching me, and I’m receiving of her attention — “she” is one of my oldest and dearest friends. Today, however, we’ll be chaperoned by Hope. Always a great threesome!
I really want to write a song — or two — about Nicholas*. So I will…
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