Seattle

Daily the
giant Syringe
pierces a full-bellied
sky


Water falls
Over every face


Washing away
lesser needles
into gutters


Dragons fly
through heavy air,

Exhaling invisible death
from scaly mouths


Long hair, plaids,
and scent of
fishwives' hands
smother the gem.

It is lovely,
yet sad,
to watch the Sun
immerse,
once more,
into the great
peace.