London of the States
You realized too late
That I was in your lungs
It was more than mist
That on the morning hung
And Puget Sound makes none
Another tide unsung
The thick Snoqualmie trees
With their leafy arms
Ellenburg did reprieve
Who’ll watch the Needle glow?
No Starbucks, Ichiro
Red Delicious, Ann and Nancy
Eddie’s flannel show
Ferries hug the shore
No purpose anymore
The drizzle on your skin
Mingles with the sweat
As judgment day begins
London of the States
You’re quiet as of late