Do not lift

an umbrella

within Seattle city limits.

We operate

with the power of rain,

moisture, and mildew.

It is said

we find our creativity

in beaded raindrops

on our skin.

Each drop

holds the ancestors

that built the

city over and over again,

until they layered

each one over the skeletal remains

of the previous one.

You can hear the river of feet, tires

and expansion

when you stood under the sidewalks

in the ancestral roads

surrounded in the protection of darkness.


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