Ooops, I missed a couple of weeks.
Oh well.
I'm going to do something I rarely do and post another one of mine. I just wrote this a couple of weeks ago when I was in Seattle.
5:00 in Pike Place Market
A woman stacks colorful glass
pipes she made on a table
next to the tie dye t-shirts
being sold by a man with
a grey beard and a blue
bandana. A middle-aged Asian
lady sells fresh peaches across
the street from a barefoot
man with crooked teeth who sings
“Octopus’s Garden” and plays his
acoustic as I pass by. The
natives lie in the grass
in front of the Sound, soaking in
as much Vitamin D as possible
on this sunny September afternoon
in Seattle. I look at the Ferris wheel
and wonder how I would feel at the top.
Oh well.
I'm going to do something I rarely do and post another one of mine. I just wrote this a couple of weeks ago when I was in Seattle.
5:00 in Pike Place Market
A woman stacks colorful glass
pipes she made on a table
next to the tie dye t-shirts
being sold by a man with
a grey beard and a blue
bandana. A middle-aged Asian
lady sells fresh peaches across
the street from a barefoot
man with crooked teeth who sings
“Octopus’s Garden” and plays his
acoustic as I pass by. The
natives lie in the grass
in front of the Sound, soaking in
as much Vitamin D as possible
on this sunny September afternoon
in Seattle. I look at the Ferris wheel
and wonder how I would feel at the top.