Photo: Mark Blinch Copyright: 2019 NBAE |
I
Heard Toronto Singing
I hear Toronto singing, the varied
carols I hear,
Those of Raptor fans, each one singing
their/they as it should be delirious and enraptured,
The dishwasher singing their as they craft a
homemade sign,
The administrative assistant singing their
as they make ready to cheer, and leaves off work,
The retail worker singing Drake from their store, the programmer singing anticipation at the computer,
The street food vendor singing as they feed
throngs from truck, the beggar singing hopeful as they sit with hand outstretched,
The sports commentator's song, the City
employee on their way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at
sundown,
The delicious singing of the fan, or of the
young fan aloft on parent's shoulder, or of the groups of friends hugging,
jumping joy,
Each singing what belongs to him/her/they
and to all,
The day what belongs to the day—at night the
party of diversity, robust, friendly,
The swell of heart for the gift of each
other,
I hear Toronto and Canada singing,
Singing with open mouths their strong
melodious songs.