Here’s a poem about Toronto from Issue #2 contributor Anthony Damiao.

If you’re ever

In Toronto

And you see me

At the crosswalk

Try to appreciate

The beauty of that

Crumbling pawn shop,

The gasoline flash

Of a pidgeon’s wings

Do your best

To take in the skyscrapers

Or do your part,

And pick up that can

You’ve been kicking since Bloor

Because,

It’s a busy city

There’s so much to observe

Besides,

I’ve forgotten

Your name again

It’s an elephant

I’d hate to walk around

I’d rather we avoid that room

Altogether