By Pujita Verma

Footnotes For The Toronto Sky

Before, I didn't think there was suck a thing

as too much light. This city blinds its own night.

There are supposed to be 4,500 stars visble

from where we stand, I see only you.

We took the last ferry to Centre Island,

for a moment, captured the city's behemoth

as a simple subject of our visual fields, edge to edge,

everything brilliant the bulbs of an eye could hold.

On the walk back, we followed a road not illuminated

by any street lamp. Talked about how one day,

if an apartment made sense & we could afford the view,

we might become one of the beautiful, flickering windows.

Poems in Passage

Poems in Passgae ad taken on the TTC subway in May, 2024.