Waiting for the Ferry

Sunset.

Waiting to catch the last ferry from Nanaimo to Horseshoe Bay.

On tailgate of my truck, eating Raman and boiled eggs out of a tin bowl—

I watch yellow jackets munch at the dead bugs splattered to the bumper of a Volkswagen.

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