Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Poem on my 30th Birthday

I remember rain
running down the shingles
of the building. Seattle,

2001. I sat in a green chair
in a pink room
under orange light.

I wrote poems.
I remember the rain running
down shingles

just outside the window,
the view a corner
and a few branches. The green

algae on the black
tiles. Evening in Seattle
and nobody

was home. I sat
and wrote poems in the warm
orange light.