Yonge Street
Empty stores
for lease
My steps passing
bookstores ,
crowded lit cages of diners , and vacant doors .
The second floors sing
with promise of neon massage .
Hanging socks and laundry ,
clothes lines,
are up on second floors
as well.
Someone is home
above the
storefronts drying out
on a weeknight
all in a yellow glow .
The condos will be
coming
and soon
no one will know
what this city block
looked like
In the 1900’s
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Oh, this poem made me sad.
Yonge Street really is losing its character.
Hi Lydia,
Hope you are well. Yes it is sad when all traces of history disappear whether its a street , city or relationship.