Crossed a mind, then showed its face
Seattle, smiling, shines today

What is this, if that’s the end?
Seattle struts its stuff again

Highways led to hazy summers
Rocked tracksuits in an apple
Water on a mountain, bobbing
All captured by cardboard cameras

Sunlight on the frozen sea
Near the beach where you were me

Row out of fog

Years see seconds, looking back
Seattle swings, no let at last

With the colors left entwined
Seattle sketches life’s design