in like a lion............out like a breeze...........

the Puget Sound sweeps in with the calm hardworking rhythm of a woman washing clothes by hand...i pretend that they are my clothes she's washing, and that the hands she's using are my hands...my fingers are slender brown icicles anyway, shaped by the wind that blows in, relentless like my future...i pull the sticks out of my hair and it blows into my eyes happy to be free - maybe someone will see how romantic i am and take a picture...i could live forever on a postcard, an advertisement to generations down the road of what the earth once looked like, that there was once a beach so new and wild that even though you took off your socks and shoes to feel the sand, you still wore a coat because it was that cold......