by Alan Hill, , Poet Laureate, City of New Westminster, BC
A wall of box stores wink
from beyond the open surgery of highway, the
wedged wide throat of traffic,
by Kirsten Pendreigh
I wish I had a child here to show me
how to see this forest stream.
We could lift up rocks, search for bugs
and make leaf rafts to race.
by Isabella Mori
the stream that brought me here,
strong,
gushed me out at the mouth of your river,
by Kirsten Pendreigh
we pick up slugs
roll slimy fingers round fiddleheads
buckets clank as we poach berries
from unseen bony bears
by Franci Louann
here by the Fraser
from the sixteenth floor
we watch seagulls
and I think: storm
by Janet Kvammen
We watch how the purple sky
encompasses the black bird
how it fades into itself—
an echo of more to come
by Christine Rice
Everyone is happier. The children of the River play. The seal plays with the sea gulls and the otters hold hands and drift through the day. The salmon find their long travel a little easier. We are all happier when the lovers get together. Their happiness radiates and makes us happy too.
Read Moreby Isabella Mori
so along the river flowing;
was so-so,
waters humming along the shore;
so-so-so-so.