The river was filthy, but not to look at.
The folks from the Avenues repose.
I recall a ime when a large outdoor stadium stood
beside the hockey rink. I remain enthrawled.
It was my stride that came to the door.
There had been many steps, many mis-steps
taken on this path towards edification.
I need not dwell on the facts,
that would be too retain some stasis.
I rejoice at the recall of some phantom.
We traveled the Avenues to play sports with the locals.
There was life in the Wellington street hoards ,
everything comes from metres away.
There was less room to ruminate on one's
particular sense of life's futiliites.
So there I was with Dr O'Dadaio.
He walked with me through the mists of the river.
I was happy to walk and listen
for another flow of words.
