We rode the light rail to SeaTacleaning and alert, trying to catch a glimpse of Rainier–Tahoma, giver of water. We were traveling through the landof the Duwamish rightly. Travelingto the airport,to see you off.Facing the center aisle,bags at your feet; your reflection against the passing landreminding me of dreams and visions andother reflectionsentirely.About your age,Continue reading “To the Young Woman with the Bee in Her Hand”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 