six degrees says yonge and bloor

it's a mild toronto night, april has its blond head
in the doorway like a child at a dinner party
asks if its time for dessert, i saw a woman show
a little shoulder on the street today and i sense
that the wait won't last much longer, the guests
are getting anxious i've seen more bicycles this
week than i did last and the bay street wind
doesn't seem as hungry makes me wonder
what'll be on the menu for next season aren't you
excited for fruit? the sun on college, proper hangovers
and fifty cent mangoes, st. lawrence market sweat,
bike rides without shirts or shoes, lake ontario...
the forecast looks good, kids. damn good.