I shared the back
with a liquor-scented man
in dark sunglasses
who muttered to himself
cleared his throat
and scowled
At Maple Street
a pack of young women
filled the bus
with the smell of
shampoo and coffee
Over the Granville Bridge
the sun broke the overcast
shining in beams
on a half-dozen
identical condo buildings
and the evergreens in Stanley Park
even the half-drunk man
grinned
Between Drake and Davie
the city was waking
signs for diners
and porn-stores
shone
OPEN.
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