The Taxi

By Richard L. Provencher

Sat, 13 Aug 2011
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man inhabits a city of scents
hastens to his duty
a passenger from afar

arrived in the midst
of Toronto Airport bedlam

a strike just begun
headache much worse
conversation

about the weather
kids and
the price of tomatoes
taxes too much to bear
for the driver.

Cars an exhausting
parade of colour
chasing along Highway #2
like locusts

leaping from lane to lane
as children play in
boarded-up back yards
once it was his
domain for such things.

Busy now
raising a family
youngest is autistic
hard to figure what’s to come.

Loves his family
pays bills best he can
two boys
one girl
small house near Beaches
district

fare happy to get home
to his own family
anxious---
hugs and kisses await.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
Poem
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by seannelson on
an intriguing poem, Richard. Thanks for sharing.
"If I send you post-cards from the side of the road: photographs of movies, and hearts about to implode"  -  Elliott Smith

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Hello Sean---Nice to hear from you. Thanks for the nice comment. In these recent times, I am growing very nostalgic, also wishing to give credence to the mundane around me---giving them a recognition in my writing. It is like a fresh exercise in the joy of conveying my image of people, places and things. Cheers, from Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher