Seattle’s Sibilant Summer
Shhh…shush.
Sunday sunrise at six.
Self sauntering
slowly steadily
sidling this suburban
square. Listen:
strongly sustained susurrus:
suburban sprinklers showering
summer-thirsty shrubs -
soon some will be awash! -
sooner subside - at seven
simultaneously,
several sides of the square -
as if synchronized.
Silence supervenes.
Seldom have I seen
such mansions - residences
of the super-rich.
Their limousines swish past
superciliously, suspicious
of my sly socialist smiles.
As if my smile was a scowl,
subversive snort
or sadist's sneer!
Subtract the one per cent!
I wish them sincerely
down the S-bend of history
Sunday’s paper specifies
across the state several
crises with forests on fire,
beyond my horizon,
at summer’s other
extremity, but sending
our skies a softening
haze. Unconcerned,
lakeside, sails are set,
sailing boats of several sizes,
one a super-smart schooner,
sashay west and south
on their breezy Sunday
sessions of summer leisure.
Fancy the ‘ice-cream cruise’?
Spouse prefers this
to the scary seaplanes
she’ll never submit to see
herself soaring up in. She scans
the sky for their comings
and goings, snapping them
constantly from her safe
hillside casement, shifting
to Facebook their images -
sensational! - specially
as sunset, serenely
surreptitious, saturates
splendiferously - serendipitously,
the Seattle skyline and its
space-needliciousness.
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