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toronto transit commission, or beauty in pockets
it is an early fall jacket evening
number 60 bus, steeles west to finch.
people with arms crossed
eyes on ceiling, floor -
anywhere but each other.
a woman beside me with too much perfume
and a white blond man with an accent i can't trace.
12:23 am, downsview station.
freshman boys with haughty laughter
and residence keys hanging about their necks like pendants.
106 to york university.
weighted eyes, weary bodies, soft voices.
sometimes i am so in love with the world.
it is an early fall jacket evening
number 60 bus, steeles west to finch.
people with arms crossed
eyes on ceiling, floor -
anywhere but each other.
a woman beside me with too much perfume
and a white blond man with an accent i can't trace.
12:23 am, downsview station.
freshman boys with haughty laughter
and residence keys hanging about their necks like pendants.
106 to york university.
weighted eyes, weary bodies, soft voices.
sometimes i am so in love with the world.