Parked in Magnolia Boulevard viewpoint
I look south toward West Seattle
and you
An American flag
stands straight out from its pole, rigid and shivering
in the relentless wind coming off the Sound
I see rain on the distant Sound,
leaning and marching toward us
You over there,
me over here in my car listening to
a cd my friend Jeff made me of this band, Gomez
A crow muscles through the wind overhead,
ragged wings in close to its body, struggling
to leave this viewpoint and reach the open space between us
then rolls left and surrenders to the greater force,
this wind battering my car
Invisible,
unmistakable,
ever-changing
The crow relaxes finally as it’s carried off,
out of my sight behind me
where I sit, looking south
toward you
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 