Saint Monroe Towers

I'm rolling by these towers that swerve, these towers that turn, twisting, slow, into Mississauga skies, I watch new windows burn with light, burn with life, yet I still remember when you were hardly higher than a child, then ascending, rising canonized from flat Ontario ground, and now the miracle is complete, St. Monroe alive for thousands- "...a landmark of a town bathed in round Babylonian crystal..."