New York left behind
 tears in my throat once again
 goodbye hilly farms
 
 off to Canada
 tourists, crazy drivers
 (no speeding tickets?)
 
 traffic jam entrance
 into tall tower city
 and strange busker fest
 
 no one greets us, ‘eh’
 just my friend, daughter’s namesake
 waiting with a meal
 
 i miss the silence
 the small waves of Finger Lakes
 coaxing me to sleep
 
 sigh… the road takes us
 through ups and downs, silence, crowds…
 as i’ve asked it to