Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Midday, Mid-spring, Downtown Seattle


Midday, Mid-spring, Downtown Seattle

The forecast was for rain
and so, comes the sun
briefly poking through the clouds
                a fleeting hug
                a welcome flirtation
not quite warm enough to ditch the hoodie
a chill wind pierces it
                a tap on the shoulder
                an affirmation
around the corner, the irate man shouts warnings
the government is spying on its people
with something called T-1’s
just read the papers and open your eyes, sheep-le!
anyone with half a brain can see them!
no one really notices
most ignore his abrasive counsel
his sniper fire ricocheting off the walls
into the back of the hoodie
slowing melting into kettledrums
a lively Caribbean beat near the crosswalk
its molasses and rum, an unlikely pairing
with crab cakes and lattes
but the mellow vibes flow unimpeded
a small girl upside-down on a jungle gym
bets her mommy she can trick her
she does, and no one knows how
further down
a man with jet-black eyes
and a black heart
defies anyone to challenge his sagging pants
                everyone notices, no one disputes,
and he is left to his demons
as he swaggers away
a boat drives through the intersection
its occupants waving their hands
dancing to the helmsman’s commands
a lady disembarks the boat
and gets everyone’s lunch order wrong
she just doesn’t have it together today
but it’s cool, no one does
just down the road
a veteran panhandler posts watch
with his veteran duffle bag
and his veteran hat held outstretched
in the exact same spot and position
every single day, for at least a season
perhaps even two
he is more fixture than person, now
he should be shouting warnings
he probably already is
only no one notices
another sun-break strikes the white banner
of the striking theater workers,
creating an uncomfortable glare
their grievances are unreadable
the sun-break also hits the pavement
in front of the convention center
the ground sparkles
as if embedded with gemstones
with all the suits scurrying back to work
no one notices.



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