All is fine
Sure, doubtless
Season’s changed
With sun out
Blue is the sky; it is light
And houses and faces
Shining bright
Bicycles and walkers
Older youths and Youngers
In downtown on west-side
Standing in waiting, bus stop
Dufferin and Bloor
Wind blows and hoodies
Cover face and colors
You see the human, regardless
She must be a young girl
He stands, she leans on
Romantic is daylight
In dirty bus stop
Day is nice
So am I
Even if, we are poor
And unlike villas’ life
Or the life in palace
It is cool
We are poor
No greed, prejudice
We’re happy
All is fine
At such life
We smile
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