Mar 9, 2016

Pike's Place Market

Just to stand in the open air market 
While everyone moved around me
Was a comfort

Suddenly struck by the beauty 
Of all the colorful warm people
Who bustled around working cheerful
To be alive and ambitious

The smell of fresh basil, tomatoes, flowers, fish thrown across the galley to attract the customers
The ring of a bell, laughter, ferry horn

A hot chowder mug to warm my hands while looking out over the water toward one of my first homes

Jazz saxophone street performers 
Bantering and bartering
All of it sang joy, despite the rain

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