Sorry I've Been Busy

N. A. Chaos

The intersection of Yonge and Bloor at 5pm on a Thursday
in July, 2 hours before the Blue Jays play New York Yankees.
Pedestrians scramble north-east to south-west on red lights
every which way. All cars are stopped. A bead of sweat,
two honking horns, three skyline billboards,
four sidewalk preachers, five Starbucks franchises,
six, seven, eight, nine, … 2.8 million mouths to feed



© July 2019

Another Month, Another Location

Prairie Winsome 

Drive across Saskatchewan where the horizon
never changes, never rises, never falls. Fields of canola
as far as the eyes can see, uninterrupted by time,
parched for rain. A collection of tombstones cast
shadows, remind me of ancestors who travelled far
from the potato fields of Ireland. Soil baked, cracked dry
by the constant sun. One maple sits alone, its neighbour
down the dusty road 50 kilometers away.

© July 2019