POEM OF THE DAY
August 16
Those parking meters
used to be red cedars.
There were long tides.
The salmon turned
into people here.
You can still see
our silver quarters
flashing
with the sun.
Those parking meters
used to be red cedars.
There were long tides.
The salmon turned
into people here.
You can still see
our silver quarters
flashing
with the sun.