Today

We walked into the cafe

An older couple entered

Through my held door 
Hand in hand

Talking to friends

Amidst the youth

And their frantic keystrokes 

Lost to the now
Rain’s changing 

Drippy drizzle

To wind blown torrent

And the light moving

Across the sky
Puddles forming upon

Untended tables

Rain upon the skylight

Inside these blank walls
Rain falls upon the skylight
I stare at a screen

Market Memories 

Walking past the stalls 

Early morning at Pike Place 

Tourists were absent 

A spring dawn 

Bird Song filled the air 

After dawn’s light hit the sky 

They scattered: airborne

Seattle Sunny Sunday

Vibrant sunlight flows 

This region’s beauty delights 

A day on two wheels