Once during a radio interview,
I said a wish by accident
and it floated
off that high tower
and lazily over marsh grass.
Came down George St.
like a gunslinger -
the boots on that thing! -
extinguished every birthday candle in town
and just kept right on going.
Still out there, I bet
but softer and a long way from home.
A whisper along the Canadian Shield.
An echo in a Toronto suburb
A word held back in a stranger's mouth.
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i love the imagery of the route that the secret takes. good one friend.
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