I walked north
from the West Edge
to
Belltown
between
spring spoiling
cold fronts.
The clouds
were rushed
like cigarette smoke
whispers
while the
street dust-deviled
plastic bag kites
and
payday loan leaves
through my steps.
I don't know
who I am
but
my dream's smile
is a bright
radio station hello
to your every morning.
Knowing this,
I have to tell you
that the love
pushing the wind
is every unfinished
dream-
lived and died,
never finding
direction
or strength
to sing
the truth
to anyone.
3 comments:
Very nice. Well done. like it.
.....
off to get food for the sick babies. It was "Fever Pitched" all night. I'm tired. So tired.
I thought maybe it was the tick bites (we don't have Lyme disease down here, though that's debatable. We have some fever that begins with an E. I can't remember the name.)
She's got a couple "spots" developing on her leg. Maybe chicken pox? Will have to wait it out.
sleep. work. lord... oh lord. I think I feel a southern hymn coming on.
Have you ever had chix pox? My good olde friend got very sick from it ten years back and then because he had to try everything first (except this virus), up and died. If you haven't been exposed, be careful!
Wow--
plastic bag kits
dream's smile
and I know Elliot Bay. Nice work.
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