- The Hawkers Big shoes to fill, he of the blue eyes and nut brown skin, counting his knuckles for sums and pawing for change. 1:18
- Collingwood reverie The snow a country here. The busy birds. An earnest hand: surrender. But ask the boys and they’ll say it’s a backside smooth as Sunday morning. 1:17
- Toronto taxi Go. You. Stop. Go. Brake. Dart. Weave. Are. Bolt. Stop. Now. Some. Merge. Where. Fast. Go. Switch. In. Stomp. And. Stomp. Watch. This. Act. Now. Don’t. Think. Go. Town. 1:05
- Toronto busker He dreams of water. The sawing of the bow and her skirts alive, salt on the tongue. 1:13
- Subway violin Fingers on strings pulling the day on and on to the tap-tap of busy shoes. 2:33