Pioneer Square

Ian Sane via Compfight The sun skips through the branches Like a child on the short road home The breeze brushes against my cheek As I sit on the park bench all alone Beneath my feet bricks argue And compete for their place They flatter me with patterns As they take up their space The …

Lake Union

Through the window I see a reflection A lake, a city, a being A mirrored collection Of life in concrete Breath through movement A chain of actions A bundle of sentiments You say to me, I say to you Stand tall, my solid twins Withstand the fire of the sun Withstand the anger of the …