Farmers stopped planting Brussel sprouts high in the new sunshine
and sandstone cliffs give way, a new glitch.
No one believes the current
letting us pass only one at a time
to the not-so-secret clothes-optional beach.
It’s not so sweet as is sounds there.
Near the wooded area, mostly men
drink Coca Cola and litter the logs loggers let drift ashore.
We must watch out for Mounties taking the trail
long into summer evenings
when the sun finally sets on the Pacific,
being part of a larger conglomerate
brought us here by way of the Hudson Bay Trading Co.
The locals left their totems standing on the beachhead deep in the park,
an excuse for long romantic walks.