Bow Valley Vignettes Porcelain perfume and plastic parking garage toys on the main street - An unsurprised standoff between glass doors and unshoveled deck, too much snow, weather watching Orioles, no, Ross’ Geese, shimmering Lake Minnewanka - Ornate tea leaves I meant to send you so long ago, but you’re here now, it’s all such a grateful and grandiose thing - the tap water is cold as I breathe in and think of the future. Another Dream About Parksville In three years now I’ve moved to scenic blue Parksville for a matchless summer aura and cornucopia of grains spilling out into the ocean – reaping and sowing giving, and taking all things into the trench I have a diary of luminous, such luminous, sad, dull, nothing over six packs of Stanley Park such an earnest conversation on such horrible things - “Damn, I get it –“ you see why I did what I did as I slick back another small auburn and all of this so amazing ...