mississauga vi

o mississauga
i remember her vocabulary
her cadence & inflection
thick with traffic
running nowhere

o mississauga
does this departure gladden
are her streets tinted gold
is the house i built filled
with gratitude & laughter

o mississauga
just down the highway
i thought once perhaps you could
be calmed be settled be okay
(you could not)

o mississauga
another follows in my wake
a fraud a fake a not-quite
but he pays his taxes & mows his lawn &
that’s good enough

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