All the time
…the blue of the sky
…shows after angry clouds fall to turn rain
…which drains into gutters
…washing the dirt of stress
I so know this
II
I walked from my fires of scrutiny
Into the warm arms of Mrs Hillier
…and an awesome hug from Herbert
Even the sun smiled to welcome us,
Mischael and I,
With handshakes of its winning deception
A divine cup of smoothie pampered my palate:
Mrs Hillier’s choice and Herbert’s thought and bought
Sensitively, they tried to save us
…from the first punches of the cold
Still, it folded our joints and gnashed our teeth
…for some few minutes
III
The parking fees that could feed me for two weeks
…was cleared to all our wincing
Then Mrs Hillier promised a great ride
…from Pearson’s West to our inhabiting East
And what a beauty to behold!
IIIb
Even dirt on vehicles posed beautiful whites
Showing debris of salt bathing cars
…by hands of cleared and smooth roads shedding the bedding of snow
Then we saw Lake Ontario
…wearing neatness on its huge pate
…and gently telling me how Koklobite can model him
…if our polythene flags and unclean habits are killed by our will
From closed churches turned condominiums
…to closed cinemas
To an old building turned mall
…retained in decoration by rich owners
…after cries of citizens for cultural maintenance
To oh many tall buildings screaming creativity of great architects,
Every little thing stands divine!
V
Bald trees stood shivering
Their leaves gobbled up by the snow
…their stiffness showing their shyness at their leafless nakedness
Lawns hid under bossy snow
All assuring us of their existence
…even in our tomorrows
As our great hosts educated us
…on the city I’ve come to love
The city whose welcome stretched from beauty
…to its duty of protecting even trees
The city whose bites of cold closes not its frosted handiworks
The City of Toronto
And so it was that our destination greeted us with beauty
On number 5 Selby Street
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 15, 2020
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