Public arts abound on alleyways and bus boards in Vancouver. Local painters and writers creative works are shared for the public to enjoy. It astounds me how much imagination a person has from painting to writing. Putting them together create a complete puzzle.
What will we remember of our times here
when shadows blossomed into grief,
where we couldn’t know just by looking
which stars were alive
which died centuries ago.
We’ll speak of the way we held
forgiveness in our pockets,
reached in and felt it there,
forgiveness ready in any moments
to be given and given away.
We’ll say how hard we tried.
How hard we tried to love.