Thursday, February 18, 2010

Seattle from the moving ferry


Moving ferry brings me back to Seattle
Calm waters but restless is my soul
The summer of my life layers of waves
Against the Immensity I am not so brave
It is late, late, I say, when I seek docking
I gladly call Seattle home, no more balking

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