Forks, WA

* The seventh in a series of travelogue poems


Fourteen blood-suckers watch with amusement

As pale, middle-American tourists wander the streets

Searching for holy artifacts of the mighty story:

The T-shirts, the personalized key chains, the baseball caps;

The predators wait patiently until dark,

Searching for the appropriate moment

To remind the travellers they are pursuing more than fiction

By: Jake Adams