May 30th, 2005

and AWAAAAAAAAY!

lovely, dark and deep

Yesterday was one of those quintessentially Seattle days where the sky is the thick gray of stormwater, and every piece of green glows like stained glass. gfish and I went canoeing along the mirror-smooth Green river downtown, ten miles along the forgotten bones of the city, shrouded in blackberry and pale foxglove and wild ginger. Empty pylons for bridges never finished, burned-out docks, concrete slabs toppled into piles like a house of cards collapsed. We went under I-5 and 405, under pedestrian bridges and rusted-out pipelines and the bridge where dreaming owls call with the voices of ghosts and wait for sunset to come, and a bridge where someone had carved prayers holy spirit bring me sight on each pillar. There were geese with fuzzy-headed goslings and herons silhouetted silent against the smokestacks and chirrupy frogs clinging all splay-toed to rusted car grilles exploding with green sword fern fireworks.

We managed to resist the blacksmith's urge to grab any likely piece of scrap metal buried beneath clay and sheets of translucent eelgrass. Barely. :)

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