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Off Alki

I dropped my father’s crab pot
into the Sound on a king tide,
watched the buoy marked
by his hand sink into the black.

I returned every day by kayak,
stirring the sun off the water
to peer for his name lost
amongst the kelp, his ashes.

Off Alki

I dropped my father’s crab pot
into the Sound on a king tide,
watched the buoy marked
by his hand sink into the black.

I returned every day by kayak,
stirring the sun off the water
to peer for his name lost
amongst the kelp, his ashes.

Heidi Seaborn  58, Seattle

 
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FAVORITE LINE OF POETRY “You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows / Where you are. You must let it find you.” -“Lost” by David Wagoner
EARLY WATER MEMORY Beach combing and sailing with my parents.
FAVORITE LOCAL WATER Puget Sound. I live across from it. My father’s ashes are scattered in it. It is my center.

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