it's 2:22 a.m.

it's 2:22 a.m. and

raining in toronto,

grey for days and
the city feels sad and overwhelmed.


12 hrs ealier...

stepping out of union station
into the sidwalk traffic and
life and all that
i saw a flurry of feathers and
thought a pigeon had fallen off the
edge of something into
space

when a falcon emerged from
under a ledge
a sparrow in his claws
who fought desperately and
cried out
over and over

"too soon, too soon"

wanting just to live and

j put her hand across my arm
because we both understood that
life was impossibly ugly
and cruel and all we had was
each other
to somehow make it less so

and then
we passed by the beggar
on the cold rainy sidewalk
with his one eye

who held out his hat and
said to everyone walking by:

"have a nice day, folks" and
we felt shitty about that, too.