Pop-pop-pop, pop-pop-pop-pop…

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Remember that song… the popcorn song? Yeah, that one;

 

 

I remembered this song today as I drove around and jumped out of my car and in true guerilla fashion affixed poems to shrubberies and fences. In Kelowna and in Winfield. And then I drove away quickly before anyone could catch me. (I always feel slightly naughty when I install poetry, and maybe that’s part of the fun of it. Maybe I should get out more often?)

Here are some photos of today’s installations. Note plastic jackets to keep poems warm and dry.

Happy National Poetry Month one and all!