A contest to put poetry on Kelowna, BC buses resulted in a deluge of submissions, mostly from working, class regular folk. Including a pair of married (to each other) electricians who ended up with five accepted poems between them.

I wondered what people who worked on construction sites thought about life, and their jobs, when they weren't busy pounding nails. How does a phlebotomist cope with sticking needles and drawing blood from sick people, all day, all night? What is the feeling of working as a care aide in a seniors' home, when all their patients think they're going home? What does the flag person think? Has anyone ever asked?

B.C. Transit supported the project and a contest was developed that invited workers to take some time out from their busy jobs, and write. Ordinary poems for ordinary people, set at the scale at which the majority of people live.

Lovely!