We Walk

Let's see.
Summer Sunday
we walked from
Wallingford on the hill
overlooking Lake Union
and sky scrappered downtown
through the neighborhoods
of Ballard
to
Salmon Bay.
When we walk
we hold hands
and think of stupid songs
to plant in our thoughts.
From Fisherman's Terminal
we walked north
over the drawbridge
to the Locks
and further along
to Shilshole.
One fine day
I can report.
We had a beer
in the sun
and salt breeze
overlooking the water
at Ray's Boathouse.
It's was a pretty white affair
full of bleached, capped teeth
and money.
Good for a laugh.
Then
we started back
from Shilshole
up Market Street
with stops
at
a bookstore
and
a grocery store.
Our haul;
a book on Medieval History
and that Flashman book
with some
Coronas and crab.
Back homeways
we caught the
Sunday wrap up
from Emerald Downs
and Del Mar
making a fairly substantial
mess
with our pototo chips
and crab.
We walk
and talk
and then
I feel good.