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The Lost Then Found Poems

Time Doesn't Stop Here or Parting the

There is something about going under the Granville & then the Burrard Street Bridge

All the traffic above & below
Time doesn't stop
It flows

Around the Bridge
Under the Bridges
Parting the Waters
(The Hook)
It requires faith

The hook
Ms Seal checking out Mr Yachty
Seals gulls & geese & ducks & long neck Chinese duck birds
No stop

No end
Fishies live here
Few Walls

And the water is
As the water does

And the water is
Always should look to the horizon
And don't forget

Try not to forget
Birds & trolls & fishies & life live under the Bridge
Bridges are structure providing a way

Joining or connecting spaces
Reducing gaps or…

Perceived or real
Time doesn't stop here
It flows
As time will 

As time does
Cars & trucks & buses & bicycles & people
& dogs & boats & fishies &...
...there are few words in the sky
(The End)

Remember or Somehow Learn

It's a joke

I heard across the water
Female voice
Jesus walked across the water
Voices walk across the water
Think again


You're not a martyr
I've been told that more than once
Usually when I'm about to be martyred

By that voice then
Speaking to

Shit in the Air

Shall I tell a tale of a web as The Voices told me
In continuity?
I think not

Intrigues, hidden lust, jealousy, mayhem
Some comfort but
Precious little peace

Go see the Dowager I heard The Voices say

And then turned 'round to find a He standing at my door

"Eek!" I said

Did I scare you?" The He said back

"Yes" I replied simply

"Oh" He simply said somewhat puzzled

Then added

"If I'd known that, I would have said 'Wha'cha up to?'


Few have the composure to explicate a web

Bind it together and it provides

Travelling in the Stepwell* or
ThIs Is ReAL

Dowager's 371 Jimmy 

And the sound of the water breaking off the bow

And the occasional squawk of the radio
Is all that that is heard

The sun is shining

The sky is big & blue

The sleeping giants, the mountains, slumber at the shore

The water is glass

Lying on the back deck

It's hot

It's breezy

Not too hot

The water plays a warm wind shore

Another time lying on the dock

Soaking up just a bit

Of the Sun

A couple of summers ago

A brace of teenagers went by

I could tell by the noise

I didn't look up
My arms & legs at a 45-degree angle

Wearing my yellow summer sundress

The one everyone likes

The kids commented:

"Like she's lying on sheets"


On my side

Arms up

My bottom arm my pillow

My top arm a sun block for my eyes

Legs curved

Soaking up just a bit

Of the Sun

FloCat rubs my calf with her head

A gentle warm furry soft

"I love you" 
Cat hug

I looked up

Later again still

Clam Bay

9:05 AM

The birds are active

I can hear the woman on the sailboat across the way

Talking to her dog

Getting her dinghy together

Taking her black lab for a walk

Now the motor from a small runabout

Now the woman talking to a man who just came out

Still the cackling

Still the crowing
Crows off in the distance

Telling me a tale I've not the wits

To understand