Wednesday, December 3, 2008


Lake Ontario whips up the cold wind
And blasts me in the face with it
At the corner of Richmond and John
Shoulders to my ears
Scowl at the damned public security camera
Orwell's lessons well-remembered

A stranger crosses the street
He grins at me and says, "Smile
It's not so bad"
And I'm smiling, involuntarily
Before he finishes his sentence
Friendly strangers get me, every time.

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