posted Wednesday, June 19, 2013 at 4:26am
You blonde, rasta-ish hat, cool mixed couture. Going other way on Canada Line
just after midnight, you look in my way, a bow a bit. Eyes may have caught
each other, you sat in the train where you could still see me. Long black
coat, a shroud of darkness in eyes and hair, beret.
It may in fact be mutual, shame we weren't in same direction. One day,
we me connect. Bordering on Wed, in exact terms.
WhenTuesday, June 18, 2013
City Hall Broadway Station