Poetry: Walking Up Holly

The Maritime Heritage Park Fountain and the Whatcom Museumas seen from W. Holly StreetISidewalk DesertWalking up Holly StreetLife is alive with the livingLow tide wakes the sensesas mid-day traffic races byWalk uphill towards Bay StreetPass three homeless ones who wander camel-less like wise kings searching for The StarMan with a stroke-limp hobbles bypassing me on the right nodsContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Walking Up Holly”