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Ode to Seattle
I don't recognize where I am walking down the street.
my memory map is loosing it's landmarks,
city is gaining stretch marks and birthmarks and bio-domes and traffic messes
"Like it use to be"
Who has a right to say that?
the New Yorker who has lived here 10 years?
The Californian who has been here 20?
my great grandfather rolled logs in Eliot bay, does that give me the right to say that?
I am a Seattle native, but we are not the indigenous ones
times are a changing
Oh cranes, thank God, you can't change the clouds
I don't recognize where I am walking down the street.
my memory map is loosing it's landmarks,
city is gaining stretch marks and birthmarks and bio-domes and traffic messes
"Like it use to be"
Who has a right to say that?
the New Yorker who has lived here 10 years?
The Californian who has been here 20?
my great grandfather rolled logs in Eliot bay, does that give me the right to say that?
I am a Seattle native, but we are not the indigenous ones
times are a changing
Oh cranes, thank God, you can't change the clouds