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.
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.
Standing on an old bridge over the muddy North Fork of Bear Grass Creek.
Blue jays eat ripe mulberries above.
Carp and snapping turtles gobble up the leftovers from below.