since we first saw
toronto spreading out
like a flock of geese
every morning's a wakeup
our campsite drying out
from last night's downpour
the west humber river trail
finding the cracks more pronounced now
the graffiti painted over
then tagged again in another language
then painted over again
authority can't ignore the resilience
scores of cultures from every neighborhood
head dresses finding deep roots
growing each tradition
like the geese find their flight path
in a spot of blue
opening
--- e b bortz
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