City of Fluorescent Wanders

In the city of Wanders
where stellar rhinestones are punctured onto the Black Canopy,
I see the fluorescent glows of treelights hung on branchy, skinny fingers
as they are majestic statues with fallen strands of leaves.
I am lost in serenity with a momentous smile drawn on my face,
forgetting my troubles by exploitation of lights
I am an audience to the Circus and Vancouver is my ring leader
to neverending acts.
Troubadors everywhere, performing on the streets of Granville
The Sons of Granville, with the alluring and intriguing viola, takes over
two girls in ecstasy to dance like gypsy enchanting in a Globe