A Lady Prepares

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A Lady Prepares



1.
Seattle,

during twilight,

purrs with soft evening noises;

traffic lights suddenly brilliant,
blinking;

headlights in chrome grills

snapping on;

street lights buzzing

just before they bathe the ground
with amber incandescence;

superferries
 gliding
through darkening water

flicking on their deck lights.



For a few golden moments

all the western windows catch fire,

and the shimmering orange icons

captured coldly

on the urban faces of glass,

silently lick at the ebony loins

of the night.



A city of shadows,

perching on those seven hills,

turns on,

and the deep saltwater bay at its feet

becomes a vast mirror

reflecting

the garishly-lit steel canyons

of its unique skyline.



2.
Seattle,

during twilight,

purrs with soft
evening noises;
 traffic lights
suddenly brilliant, blinking;
headlights in

chrome
grills
 snapping
on;
 street lights
buzzing
 just before they
bathe the ground with amber

incandescence;

superferries
 gliding
through darkening water

flicking on their deck
lights.

 Then for a few

golden
moments
 all
the western windows
catch fire,
 and the
shimmering orange icons
 captured coldly


on
the urban
faces of glass,

silently lick at the
ebony loins
 of the night.



A
city of
shadows,
 perching on
those seven hills,
 turns
on,
 and the deep saltwater

bay
at its
feet
 becomes a
vast mirror
 reflecting
 the
garishly-lit steel canyons
 of

its
unique skyline.




Glenn Buttkus October 2010

Listed as #11 on Magpie Tales 36

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