They’ve done a good job
On these new sidewalks,
Smooth and straight,
Sculpted with precision.
But I don’t like them,
These monuments to progress who say new too loudly.
They’re harder somehow and do not like my reflective tread.
They invite the bright, fresh step of walkers brisk, new and thoughtless.
(“City Sidewalks” was the Winning Poem in Toronto the Good, Toronto the Bad poetry Contest)