brisk, seaweed scented air fills a pale blue sky
punctuated with wispy whiteness

mountains ring the horizon
as if to embrace you

follow the path as it leads among towering trees,
fragrant cedar and pine…
taste the pale pink tartness of wild huckleberries

along the sandy shore
chill waves brush against your toes

beneath you, butter clams and gooeyducks hide

glance out across the grey-blue water and see
glistening glass towers stacked like blocks
so far away
their shadows cannot reach you

rest upon the driftwood of Alki

Our future,

Our home.

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