provincial 401 luc simonic Dedication: With Love For Debby B. 1. West Toronto to Windsor there are pieces to be afraid of everywhere. the spare change that just is not spare. there is fear in daylight,         sprinkled like         christmas lights on bushes.         ready to make         the bold appearance in the night. crying alone. there are items for sale all around; hats. shoes. freedom. but here, today, are the glances of old neighbors and new friends. your rear view mirror. your bus stops and         picks up the         newest challenge. your bus stops         and goes         and goes alone. the night is longer now. the night is shorter now. the miles between here and there. filling up gas. your mind is bus tires. 2. East windsor to Toronto when i woke in the morning i wanted to go to the bridge and simply stare out over the water at the cities that are countries apart. i wanted to take you with me and pour out all i have like sweet red wine onto and into your chest and soul. for now i dash back and forth wondering what will come of what and what your will, will make. if i could but lay my hand upon your forehead and give you everything i have, i would stay longer. but i must go. i must return. i will see you then. and i will stay longer. and i will cry because i see. I am alone now. everything is twirling about above me the sky passes as the miles die and my love for you stretches out, stitched on every inch of the pale highway between those four walls and my window sill.