rainy Denman, you can see
Blue depression oozing out of doorways
From smokeless coffee–holes, thickening air.
It’s a waiting game here at the chuck’s
Hoping against hope something will come soon
Sailing in out of a long–shot distance—
Something other than a tall tsunami—
Like some bigtime Yankee movie in town
Or some wall of wonder and common sense
Washing over everybody around
Sluicing these blues away from English Bay.
Saint David’s Day on Denman is no joke—
There’s not a single leek to be seen here
Nothing to remind us of early daffodils
March 1st 2000 MM
Gwyl Dewi Sant