August’s Augur

March 16, 2016

After the lunar new year,
Forty days and forty nights
Of winter finally surrenders
Our city, if only just a little.
There is a distinct pleasure
In driving in March with
The windows down, when
You can feel the change of
Seasons waiting in the wings.

Rains will come and go before
The sun returns to our corner
Of the world, but on days like
This one I can taste August’s
Sharp, eager rays. And I smile.


Metro August

August 5, 2009

finally, an overcast day
I never thought I would
look forward to grey skies
this city showed me
a new face this summer
besides the hot breath of
a blistering July night
I have seen the city’s
black eyes and bruises
watching drug deals from
the back row of a
green and yellow
metallic caterpillar
an old man sips brandy
beneath restaurant windows
fetid steam rises from
manhole covers and notes
float along Pike from a
homeless man’s cello
my emerald city holds up
two sides of itself
one, the shining hipsters
drinking indie coffee and
listening to indie music
and the other, a twisted
underbelly that smells like
seaweed and coffee grounds
lines slowly blur together
to form a smoky cloud
where I can no longer tell
one side from the other
damn I love Seattle