My ticket at subway points east towards downtown Toronto City. But my mind meanders elsewhere, fluffy as cotton seed. I tuck in carefully my shoulders and knees along the rim of red hard seat. Across my aisle, a young woman veiled in black, head to foot, takes out her earbuds & plunges to her music. She is only a few feet away, but a sea of sands separates us. I think of boats docking our blue shores as more passengers pour in with each station stop. Our skin is a canvas of colors, psychedelic as overhead posters of the Pan-Am Games. Except for young couple standing in their own circle, hands intimately mapping each other, the rest of us are engrossed in our own stories, games and puzzles. There are borders that can be eased down like a window, catching the morning sun. And there are invisible borders that never come down.
yellow asters bloom
on rain-soaked field, a wildfire
trampling the steel fences
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Haibun Monday
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