It was at the corner of Dundas,and Young Street, rhymes of
drums. They played for us, and
dance, the gods spread their
wings as we were cover with
the amorous of love. Momentary
we applauded and blessed with
our dollars, nickels and dimes
while African druming lingers on
into the twilight reaching the
urban fabric of night live down-
-town Toronto July 19/2010.
copyright 2010
