I love to hear and see buskers around the harbour. They play, sing, juggle, dance … no end to the variety of performances. And why not in March, to keep us cheerful and dreaming of what might happen …
SHE PLAYED BANJO
on Granville Street Bridge 
in the snow
caught a rainbow and swung out
over frills of water
she lassoed a canoe
to paddle down False Creek
chanting Hallelujahs
to parading gulls
flags streaming from their feathers
she dropped the banjo overboard
went ashore and built a sand-bird
complete with lemon beak
and pumpkin claws
