All around it, the
town is dead. Pity the poor
taken investors.
Hard Rock Cafe, Niagara Falls
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All around it, the
town is dead. Pity the poor
taken investors.
All around it, the
town is dead. Pity the poor
taken investors.
A romantic name
for a seagull poop splashed walk
among spray and rocks.
Where river meets lake
we stand as Toronto gleams
across the waters.
Riverside village
quaint without self-consciousness,
where arts mix with charm.
Just water on rock.
And yet, sheer power compels
visitors to gape.
not sure what’s so fun
about a day when we’re all
afraid we’ll get punk’d
Just over five months
This one four hundred fifty
Art or wasted time?
‘Beware!’ Caesar was
told. Like teens in horror films
he didn’t listen.
Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
Drove to the city
to shop eat sushi buy fun
things that make us smile.