"Gentlemen's" Club?

I think the word "Gentlemen" in this name is a little like the word "democratic" in a country's name. (If you have to put it in your name, you aren't).

These are the sorts of things I think about as I bike up and down Bloor Street (in Toronto) every day.

Is it possible to write non-cheesy nature poetry?

Reflection

Tiny birds flit like moths across the surface, skimming over mirror-trees bouncing and bobbing in a breeze which ripples the quiet still of the lake...

hold myself open, don't run.
breathe like a tree.

Then walk back to camp, with brilliant columns of light that stab through the gloom of the canopy, oblivious to the friends singing your name - you missed the soccer game.

Today I move the last of my stuff out of parent's house