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.