snow pirates and bicycles?

A song for Terence To.

who rides his bicycle to school in the cold toronto winters.

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--
in the wake
of toronto's soul
Im sailing on the northern wave
in the peace
of an empty street
Im drifting over sun + space

early light
turns the white
snow pink Im
promised to the rolling waves
frothy foam
on a garden gnome
like brine
is stinging at my face

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I ride my bike
in the tiretracks of the cars
wind fills my sail,
with my eyes stung closed I
cant see where
we are.
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Im the captain,
the castaway,
I navigate suburban bays
in the peace
of an empty street
Im drifting over frozen waves

Biking in the snow
is a dangerous pastime
gripping at my throat
like an ancient pirate
fingers made of ice
caught me by surprise
Im never coming home.


{let the wind carry me home}--

1 Thessalonians 5:14-18

My Dad used to listen to scripture memory tapes, and I thought it was the most annoying thing in the world. But the other day I realized I STILL remember those songs,

so hey, if it works...

1 Thessalonians 5:14-18

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