vashon to seattle grey
stone and tarmac muttering –
a shopping day of here to there
garlic oranges apples peas –
a windless rain of back forth -
ferry hopping groceries –
the streets are washed to half a pace
carrots lettuce yogurt tea
from paper shops to cutting boards –
the giant man still hammering
a steady background silhouette
for lemon juice and anise seeds
the banks are closed against the fog
on this monday eastering
through memories of here and not –
avocados broccoli –
my mother born a sigh away
inside the Swedish hospital
more than eighty years before
bananas ice cream cinnamon –
i feel an echo of her now
in videos that cross my eyes
reweaving ancient yesterdays
vanilla coffee envelopes –
and as i pause a waiting breath
between the stops of here and there
i almost see her smiling
seattle rains and postage stamps.
(c)2011 Pamela Swanson
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