December 1984

401 and Shopping Malls

dark, dismal, drab

no sun

no sky

just cloud

and more cloud

rolling across the plain

blowing

overtop of huddled

stooping

masses

hurrying about

without the slightest regard

for a sight

on the crest

a thousand statues sway

marble veins on granite skies

to sliver on lead

where billows recede

and on it goes

a path that goes forever

full of plans, dreams, goals

on the left

comes sunlight crashing through

one small piece of daylight

becomes the painter’s brush

gray

silver

life gets lost in living

lives are lost of hope

though often

yet beauty will abound

tears give laughter meaning

laughter gives tears a hope

Ellen and I were on our way to

Bowmanville during a winter storm.