Cloud-covered Vancouver-
Laissez-faire, fare for bus-
Fair for ice rink groove under
Framed flags waving-
Pavement gaining wear-
Pair of caffeine drinking
Midwest hair cut cats
In cool blue trousers-
Town of Molson, of Santino-
The land up top, Northern valley
Cut into a crop of Sierra rock-
Where's the music? After dinner-
Show me ocean! Token to park,
Molson at dark again sinning to send
Sentiments home to kin-
Urban lagoon, ducks sipping
Silt at the sea wall-
All the drizzle spitting
Vicious malt liquor at our lips-
The trip and its hits,
Its misses and lackluster criticisms-
Indecision at every corner,
Born to  broaden roads with our toes,
Bars with our elbows-
Rows of loft-toting homes,
Thrones of Canada's most cozy-
Stanley and the path through
Old trees - that's Vancouver, mostly.