Seattle stirs

January 26th, 2009 § 0 comments § permalink

Rainier

My city is waking up to a clear sky.
My mountain, our stead, is proud out there.
All of us in cars and working stream in, our ears and eyes blossom with promise.
Like a concrete box, all begins to fill up with sounds, oils, and actively rotating bodies of work.
We are shaking loose a long night, and my city is bracing herself against the ticklish machinations of my smiling and industrious blood.

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