A rich pumpkinflesh moon rises
slowly over the Vancouver Harbour
Outlining the Lions Gate Bridge and the now
minuscule cars making their way across Burrard Inlet,
unembarrassed by their moonlit exposure to a North
Shore whose buildings flicker with the occasional flash
trying the impossible, to capture a moon. . . how?
How. . . on earth?
The BC Railroad’s Evening Starlight
travels quietly, smoothly home,
winding and wending its way among the best that West Vancouver
has to offer. Some crew peer out their diner’s windows while
in another car, cooks stand in the open air, taking in the
balmy, moonlit evening
from their perch in their
soiled, white aprons.
And the mostly beautiful people of many ages
walking up and down the Seawall and
through the balmy autumn evening air
flavored by earthy Farsi sounds
laugh, and tease, and share, and console