Over the harbour
One toward the land
Three toward the sea
Sometimes, even we small creatures
We engineers and builders
With concrete and steel
Overcome mighty nature
This is no tourist destination. It is a small, busy, virile town of subtle charm like so many other small, busy, virile towns. You will never discover the charms if you arrive on the train and depart on the next bus.
If we could live a fairy tale
With spells, I would acquire
For you the gold that glitters
Our true love would inspire
Now, you can call that irony, or juxtaposition, and maybe the person who painted it there was thinking that way too.
But…
Or iron
Yes, even better
Be made of iron
Iron ages
Rusts
Like the lines etched
In an old man’s face
Cool
On a white-washed sheet of rough plywood
In a back alley
Beside railroad tracks
On the Vancouver waterfront.