The city is melting.
The winter is melting.
Toronto stretches itself with new tulip's nails, shaking off its snow.
A world frozen from the past is being uncovered drop by drop.
My neighbour's Christmas trees,
cups of coffee,
some toys,
a bunch of roses abandoned by some rejected St. Valentine’s lover,
doggy boots,
sometimes a dead body –oh, yeah! This city has its dark side too-,
scarfs, hats and
hundreds… no, thousands of unpairs gloves and mittens.
And in a hidden corner of a driveway… a wedding ring,
cold and shiny under the first beam of the dawn,
showing our names.
© by Viviana Gomez - 22 Mar 2007
The winter is melting.
Toronto stretches itself with new tulip's nails, shaking off its snow.
A world frozen from the past is being uncovered drop by drop.
My neighbour's Christmas trees,
cups of coffee,
some toys,
a bunch of roses abandoned by some rejected St. Valentine’s lover,
doggy boots,
sometimes a dead body –oh, yeah! This city has its dark side too-,
scarfs, hats and
hundreds… no, thousands of unpairs gloves and mittens.
And in a hidden corner of a driveway… a wedding ring,
cold and shiny under the first beam of the dawn,
showing our names.
© by Viviana Gomez - 22 Mar 2007
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