
The sky to the west
The rain, yet again, has passed
Crows follow a hawk
poetry, prose, and photography

The sky to the west
The rain, yet again, has passed
Crows follow a hawk

the rain falls gently
garish lights raging above
a moment of peace

Many memories
Walking past the empty halls
In winter’s darkness
Ages ago I lived in Seattle’s heart. At that point, beginning a transformation, becoming the economic behemoth of our now. Then we were still the refuge of the poor, downtrodden. Suburban business professionals drifting through, vanishing as the clock struck five. The flurry of buses and cars carrying them away, far away from us. I found myself wandering nighttime streets, streetlights and gentle rain accompanying my steps. An urban beauty.