Sulfur Pile by: Camille Mehta

I can't help but love you,
Sulfur Pile.
You are like Vancouver's bad lover.

Mysterious and beguiling,
Gaudy and grotesque,
Overtly flashy,
But you pull it off.

You are a mover and a shaker,
A foul reputation maker,
A world traveler with earthy roots.

I return, fixated, entranced.
My five time romance.
Odoriferous, Ubiquitous,
Abundant excess.
Across the water,
You fluoresce.