As seen from Humber Bay Park (sketched from a photo I took last week).
Unbeknowst to its citizens,
Toronto is crowned every morning
in silence
witnessed by fleets of geese, ducks, and crying seagulls
Baptized by garbage bag water made crystal clear
for a missed, forgiving moment
when all of us are being hailed majestic in its beckoning, cleansing
fire.
Torrrrona & me,
Infinite ceremonial paroxysm.
jacqueline valencia 