A Poem for Seattle

Oh, how we used to bond!

All the good times we had!

I remember your sites:

The diagonal parking of White Center

The busy ebb and flow of Pine Street

Your great Eye standing impressive on the water

A massive troll lurking beneath your bridge.

I saw him once.

Friends told me to see what’s beneath your surface

I never did but I will.

The cool sights and smells of you

I will not forget

Nor will I forget the friends I made nor how we enjoyed you.