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.