Photo by Gord McKenna.
Vancouver belongs to
Vancouver belongs to:
The ever enveloping and always eroding arms of the sea
The gutter gushing, street shine blinding, neck soaking: rain
The raucous black caws, iridescent fluttering coos, sunset sleeper cries and Silent circles, high, hungry
The discerning collectors of fine and distinguished cigarette butts abandoned
Grey, grey skies
Those who are and aren't, the free fall fuckups, the cautiously curious, the blatant Bullshitters, the grasping government, the plot thickening poets, the fondlers of Finance, the sucking slum lords, the overwhelmingly overweight, the laughing Lovers, the floundering fashionistas, the irredeemable rich, the plain old poor, Folks, just like us
Peter is a participant in Megaphone’s community writing workshop at the Gathering Place.