Globetrotter

toronto is
amsterdam
adrift at sea

it breathes the open atlantic
where lines and angles blur
and bend into mist

toronto is
prague
without her anchoring of

narrow streets   narrow sky
and
virgin-tight apartment blocks

it is london long-jumping
her imperial shadows
trafalgar-ing into space . . . 

Published in TOK: Writing the New Toronto, Book 1. Purchase the book to read the full piece.