memories unfold and roll around on the
corner of Parliament and Bloor
people walk by the tall windows
at Timothy’s World Café, reminding
me of others from past
memories, long-forgotten, spring to life
experiences, half-hidden, step out
from behind trees covering the ravine
leading down to Rosedale Valley Road
far below
it is late morning in early April
at Parliament and Bloor, and the day is
moving faster than Sunday mornings
are supposed to
Bonaventure Saptel
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
memories unfold and roll around on the
corner of Parliament and Bloor
people walk by the tall windows
at Timothy’s World Café, reminding
me of others from past
memories, long-forgotten, spring to life
experiences, half-hidden, step out
from behind trees covering the ravine
leading down to Rosedale Valley Road
far below
it is late morning in early April
at Parliament and Bloor, and the day is
moving faster than Sunday mornings
are supposed to
Bonaventure Saptel
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