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Passing Lake Union

Through the window of my crowded bus —
light on the lake and two geese gliding.
They don’t know I watch.
They know nothing of our madness.

Passing Lake Union

Through the window of my crowded bus —
light on the lake and two geese gliding.
They don’t know I watch.
They know nothing of our madness.

Connie McDougall  65, Seattle

 
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