Red:
The colour of violent azalea flowers Bursting from bushes Outside The three-storey walk-ups And the colour of the hoodie Worn by the old gardener Digging On the Comox roundabout Yellow: The sizzling summer sun Gleaming off the golden Street signs The colour of awnings of businesses Lining Nicola Street And the face of the Robsonstrasse Hotel Blue: Sparkling glass towers Looming over low rise apartments The revolving restaurant In the clouds Capping the empire And the colour of the empty slots Of the bicycle rental |
Orange:
The fuzzy streaks of sunset Over the ocean The tabby cat Perched on the windowsill Lazing under the White lace curtains Green:
Thousands of trees Shading the streets Thick foliage, millions of leaves The colour of the astroturf Outside The Lauren And the paint on the road Marking the bike lanes Pink: The accents on the old towers and Glass glowing with light Casting the colours onto the asphalt Far below. |
How
did it come to be? A path going through it Di a go na lly Clearly not planned by the city. A common corner On Robsonstrasse What was here before the grass? Time has passed Long enough For the trail to have worn away beside the road of gas At some point in time, I guess Someone came and built a bench The green paint Has chipped away, The corner of the seat fallen astray How did it come to be? A deep rooted, shady oak tree Clearly not planned by the city |