Beholding the Harvest Moon, I am. Churning and turning into Fall, with entropy a-knockin' at my door, and yet set in full sail, with the second winds of life, and the tail winds of an Autumn's encore. Born here in this city, a native of several generations; Grew up in the same neighborhood and attended the same West Seattle High School as Richard Hugo, the poet. Perhaps it might be something in the soil, the air, the ethos of place – this place,
this Seattle. Left for college in California,
returning with the Salmon several years ago.
Born on her hill
As was my mother
As was she...
Still too young
To dance with Chicago,
She dances with me
As old man New York sits
While I waltz
Flush with glee.
Not far from the Sunday Ballroom Cathedral
of her hills,
In the riverlands of the Duwamish,
I sweet sleep deep,
Craddled in the folds and holds,
Of night harbor music
and the lyrical tapestry
of her arms...
( http://jay-licata.blogspot.com/2006/11/seattle-poems.html )
Interests: Genealogy, Horticulture, Garden Design, Pomology, Oratory, Linguistics, Bohemians, Literati, The Jazz Age, Carl Sandburg, Politics,
San Jose State University Alumni Community.
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