September 28th
158/365
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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