To the woman who holds
The heart of Seattle
Who knows the still waters
of Puget Sound
the Smell of Teen Spirit
and Castles Made of Sand
You stick out like the needle
In a city full of hay
Leave us wanting to
Say Anything... and Sleepless
With thoughts like
Multi-colored gum on a wall
Rainfall and fog Illuminated
with skyscraper windows
You steadfast the vertical winds
Like a rolling stone
And coast in clear skies
With wine on a Ferris wheel
Oh how everyone you know
Wants your presence
Like the sun through gray clouds
Or cool mist on a hot day
But you swirl, dance, and
Dissipate within arms length
Though allusive like
Underground cities
You’re a bumbling assortment
Of boundless depth
Much like the heart
You were blessed with