bare winter branches
flaming, red-berried cotoneaster
blue sky
This is the world
two years before we’re blessed
with perfect vision
and we’re up to our knees
in everything we never needed.
This is America
where the sacred
has been in the storm so long
our banners are in tatters.
This is Seattle
where you can’t afford
to go home from work
because work
is the only home
you can afford.
And here I am
counting up my years
wondering how much of the future
I’ll be lucky enough to miss.
RW
Seattle
12.05.2018
(photo: back yard @ 939 and Judkins Park Earth Day)
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