Departurwe Pains

Departure Pains

{an Ode to Toronto}

The hert grows fond of a place
And its People,
Of its winds and its rains
Or and its towers adn steeples;

Of its trolleys and prices
And singers and vices;
Of its styles and its softness
And grasses and skies;

Of it smemories and motions
And stivings and speech
Of its feeling and reach;

The heart weakens and melts
And decends down to tears
At the sound of the subway
The touch of a step;

The sound of its fountains
The noise of its street
The silence and pace
Of its presence and beat;

A departure, in part
Both success and defeat
Left in a memory
As the geese of the sky;

So solomnly hung in an
Underground sky
So true to the spirit
Of those who pass by;

Yet why do you cry
O heart can it be
A sorrow at leaving
A place and its people;

Not really your own
Yet still a spirit
Of those geese in the sky
Hanging so softly
As you pass by.

Jusdi Donnelly

copyright September 17, 1987

(You see we love you after all even the Law Society of Upper Canada and the RCMP and immigration)

Not attached to the original written on a paper bag.