pride is the way streets are painted
hot in the sun that glares a little too directly.
seek the shade and forgive the summer
a little brash, but youth is bold
by definition and still learning
the way the weather works when 
there are no books to tell you
how to make the clouds smile 
with more feeling, like the sky
really understands the colour blue
and all its connotations,
written in the way the light 
hits the concrete, a loving chuck.

stuck in Vancouver 

gaping cracks in the doors of toilet stalls is so american