seattle-ode, elegy, requiem

you are a rock star
authentic
heroin and rain,
grey, lovely rain…
urban dirt, dark, dank wool
black as the rain last week
you are the girls with
black legs, long as the space needle
clear lucid face with eyes-luminous
lingering long
after they've walked by
you are Pike and Pine and
the big clock that stands taller than you'll ever be
but urban delights-they are
never as never ending as the sea that is here
the edge of the world,
the edge of who i used to be
as i climb
closer to thirty
than
twenty