postnorthernism

i saw prince george,
on the destination display
of a greyhound bus
just pulling from the yard,
a foggy morning holding
the whole scene together

just barely hanging

in dew drops and exhaust/
in wheezing air brakes

on main street

i saw prince george
in the reflective windows
of a skyscraper

and then again
in the Serpentine
when it’s waters rose up
and the red sun of evening
was absorbed into
a bell pepper farm on hwy 10

i saw prince george
in a brown cloud of starlings
choking over english bay