seattle

take the ferry boat christmas eve

sun flickers like fish in ferry waters

day looks hotter than it is

sunny hazy cold they demolish the old

overpass that messes with the skyline

it's been on the headline

the name of the man who did plastic surgery

on the city's dock-side bones

take a taxi to the mall

to hard to drive in the city

there are so many nitty gritty tricks

ways all of them to not get hit

or you walk by the donut shop

glazed eyes french fries and ice

but the buildings are too tall

nordstrom, macy's feels like those trees

that wall the washington roads

see's candies tucked in a corner

that checker black white

sugar tight-packed filling

samples two dollar bills

chocolate creamy cherry red spill

on your chin dribble brown sugar butter

no other feelings as your mother laughs

mom and dad and you

all eat chocolate together

then down to iver's at the ferry

for fish n chips can't wait to carry

fries out to the water where

the seagulls all scream til you get lost

in a flurry of wings and scream

wake up fries are all gone

take the ferry boat february first snow

first kiss we have a list

of places we want to go

pike place market kaleidoscopes

knives with antler handles

piano man on the corner

girl with two braids plays a horn

children posing with that pike place bronze pig

dolmathes and oregano fries

wind is cold your hands are bold

against mine walk four miles

through the rain for twice sold tales

bookshops with cats and funny socks

dusty air then chainlink fence locks

of love back through the puddles

head all muddled spontaneous tickets

to a christmas carol

cuddle in the ferry terminal 

take the ferry boat early morning

with an octopus float

the most colorful thing i've ever seen

june pride rainbows dyed hair

doc martins martinis called glitterus

hair all mussed from a breeze comes with us

from feet stomp corporations stampede

but the love in our eyes

makes us feel free enough to sing

sunshine of your immigrant love song

only realized sunburn bad after

world rewiring to show red skin

red headlines and washington pines

licking the poulsbo ferry boat port 

take the ferry boat to the train station

graffitied hands and needled skyline

not ready to let you go

not light yet and clouds besides

can't see the building heights

just their boots, the city fruit stands

people rushing to fill out their plans

to a quick bumpy beat

of the metro and their own stomping feet

and realize you're just part

of that rusty rhythm city heart