Transi(en)t Love

another night on the 504
while away the time watching
the sidewalk crawl beside me

I saw the worn leather boots first
pumping to reach their stop
ahead of my streetcar

black and silver boots running
as the metal beast clacks along
he barely makes it

“thank you” his thick Scottish accent
tumbles through the car at me
and I’m in love with a punk rock boy . . .
Published in TOK: Writing the New Toronto, Book 4. Purchase the book to read the full piece.

Toronto locations referenced in this piece

“his music fills the almost-empty car The Clash pounds past like it’s 1979 as we continue east on King towards 2009 . . . ” —King St.

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