West Seattle, Washington

My world

is far away from blue waters and blue skies

no laughing tides rush to the shore to kiss my toes

no green trees or fiery orange sunsets

frame the horizon

of  my world.

My world is paved with broken concrete, discarded clothes

pools of urine and needles

so many needles

fertilized and tended to lovingly by good intentions

and watered daily with a shower of words

ripped from bumper stickers

that disappear

the minute they crash to the ground.

Seattle, Washington