temple in the snow seattle center
Seattle Winter Afternoon 2009
“As one has already seen
in other times and other
places life has its vexations”
—José Saramago, The Year of
the Death of Ricardo Reis
first snow storms—worst in 10 years
then monsoon floods—like lana turner
worse than the rains—of ranchipur
washed into the lake—clutched in the arms
of a drunk richard burton—laughing at me
surely plagues—and locusts are next
but this afternoon—in the conservatory
here she is dawdling—in volunteer park
admiring languid orchids—humid ferns
moody meandering—on capitol hill
the sun comes out—it goes under
nothing else to do—but a little murder
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