February 1983

No Turning Back

Sun slanting down

Its light weaving ways

‘Tween buildings

Many stories high

Granite mountains

By asphalt streams

The new frontier’s

Iron cathedral

Below the spires

In the canyon’s depth

Sun struck panes

Observe silently

Hap’nings of life

Big Brother sees

Not deviously

Just not openly

Kid walks by

The sunlit window

And sees himself

Large as life

In a quarter inch of glass

He’s free

But stuck inside

A remembrance of lower Yonge Street

after many years gone by.