Any Autumn Day in Washington
by Carl "Papa" Palmer

Tacoma rains
a foggy mist I breathe
in cadence
with soft whispers
of the Puget Sound surf
heard from my seat
on the sand-locked log
all to myself at Owen Beach.

Seeking similes for birds
behaving like birds
teasing waves
while I float a morning prayer
toward the Point Defiance Ferry
crossing for Vashon Island
riding the horizon
between gray water and gray sky.


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