Sunrise with the boy

The bay lightens and the buildings

burn into form.

The taste of raw orange sun

flavors the air around us

crisp but not cold

awake but not aware.

The Sun opens the city

from the beach

the rising of fire

to bargain our dead

to burn a film

off our pasts.

On the beach with my dog

watching the sunlight

spike Seattle.

Watching the years

roll over the bay

old

and

new.