Bloor Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Bloor

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Bloor

Bloor has patches, bumps
the road sucks
always works and repairs
nothing's right.

But enjoy and have fun
every time I pass by
watch, smile:
with people, old and young
woman, child
heading home, or to work
way of walk
and the shops, old style.

I see there the island, Jamaica.

Oh Bloor, Toronto, Canada…

Thursday, January 28, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: roads
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