I remember us in the tall
  of balconied condominiums over there.
I remember the seemingly rainbowy effect 
drawing us towards new clothes & music for sale
in exquisite gigantesque shopping malls, the
trust we will be hearing a hello, and have a nice
day tune from shop assistants at every shop door, 
where billboards above advertised albums by Beyonce, 
fragrances, and films, us becoming first in line 
for viewing cinema screenings.
I remember the illuminated lit-up 
evenings of everything always appearing open, 
followed by musings to intersperse with noticing  
the beauty of the wedding & venue 
opposite our place to stay that the citizens 
had one day assembled at.
I remember arriving where the family 
emigrated to, the scenery they already saw, 
the lakes that are fitting as an artefact for a
Gallery,
& their tranquil until, in it all, we were all now 
well-versed.
I remember I raced ahead when opening
my 16th birthday envelopes of invites & 
our itineraries.
I remember receiving a gift of daytime by
a sightseer's verdant green
Niagara Falls, a buffet's welcome 
in a firework-like array of mandarin red, 
repeats of our materialised dreams to meet up 
together where coffee
chains were always emblemed & famous with
crimson & white in the beauty of Canada.