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AGE OF WONDER
Christmas lives in
Heart and mind,
Mine thinks quick:
Magic portals in
Eaton’s & Simpson’s
Wooden figures
Bending, flexing,
Hammering, sawing,
Boxing, wrapping
A million dreams
In a frosty, faerie
Land I loved;
Then double-back
Beneath the bustling
Yonge St. strip where
Agitated shoppers
Must make decisions:
Ice-cream waffles
Warm and filling? Or
Honey Dew Red Hots
With Orange Ambrosia?
I steer my mothership,
Heeding hunger’s call;
As I stamp out
chills
On my bit of Bay St.,
Left hand anchored,
Barely holding my own
Against the jostling,
Bumping, blocking,
Crowd distracting me
From the parade of
Marching bands, of
Clowns and floats, of
Santa’s wave to me!
Sadly I did bid
adieu
To Toy Dept. friends,
Our last stop is made
To see Old City Hall;
Where, in front, we see
Reaching for the stars,
A colossal Christmas tree
Flashing, sparkling lights,
Colored like a rainbow,
The image was replayed
Until I shut my eyes to a
Rocking subway lullaby.
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THE LOOK
The look you gave
me shred illusions
I’d wrapped myself in, cocoon-tight,
Safe from a game of risk and pain,
Staring silently, eyes wide, waiting
For some one to fire up old feelings,
The ache of memories renewed,
Powerful, potent, promising again
The rush of blood wild and willing;
First glances first
impressions make,
Shaping moods, streaming dreams;
In her quiet scrutiny I saw my fears
Look back at me, felt them touching,
Shaking me awake with guilt ignored
Day-to-day, year-to-year, spent in an
Oblivion where deep emotions sleep
Until yanked into a blinding glare;
Once revealed fear
loses strength,
Shackles fall, the mind released,
Finally freed to gamble yet again
My heart, braced against a storm
Of doubt, winds of wishful thought
Blast aside the lingering scent of
Romantic loss, as the levee breaks
I dive into the safety of your eyes.
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