Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Visit to N.T

I step into 
the crowd of people;
crushed and squeezed from all sides,
laughter and talking
 buzzing in my ear.

I search for you 
and then smile,
you look as overwhelmed as
I feel.

I wave until I grab your attention,
and then I start to walk along the edge,
trying to avoid
the elbows and backpacks
pointed every which way.

We look around together,
taking in the feel 
of a different school;
knowing that possibly
we would spend
our next four years
in the same place
where we are standing.

But for now,
we are just tourists to high school;
strangers to the teachers
and students,
to the inhabitants
of North Toronto. 

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