HOORAY
HOORAY FOR THE RIFF/RAFF
It was a dingy bird with a yellow crest at its
throat Hobbled by the door of Bacchus Roti
I didn’t want to look too closely Would it be
a doppelganger of the 3 legged dog who chased
me in the park? (right foreleg long gone)
Or would it have a mangled wing & a mangled
song?
Here comes the roti-lady squawking She has a
way with birds shrimp goats In a moment or 2
Parkdale becomes Eden The man running in circles
snatches the bird from the gnarlytree & lights out for
the territory ahead O this neighbourhood built on an
ancient riverbed with hipsters now 20 deep at Walnut St.
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O to be radical young desirable cool!
Stanley Kunitz 1971
SPRING 2014
