And some people write poetry from streetlight to streetlight
In the air we breathe
and in the air we sneeze
and in the air we leave.
See?
Life is like a seabreeze,
it weaves,
and weaves,
and weaves.
–Some guy at the corner of Queen and John, at 1:30am, who didn’t get my money because I said I didn’t have any, but recited this poem for me anyway.