As a white backlight for her mint skirt, the sunrays
grouped about level with her hips, glorify her form,
as does the sheer mint over-fabric, given side-slits
to better flutter and reveal a short fitted white skirt
and fit legs that cut cross the road and captivate,
stride after stride, the occupants of stopped cars.
For their gazes she displays no care; If anything,
she loves the warm breeze that caresses her legs,
but cares only to lessen the time to the bus
and thus her final destination.
On Dufferin now, she heads north to Bloor and a story
that fills with more detail after sunset — one which
in the final hours before night fall,
transports the mind like no ordinary vehicle
to places dappled with low scattered light and
the vivid desire to touch taste and inhale beauty
. . . to experience summer with all the senses.