In Seattle by Dave Hubble

I might still be there

if I’d walked away into the tear-gas clouds

or hid behind a dumpster.

I could have followed her,

seen the sandstone monuments and canyons,

climbed El Capitan,

made scientific pilgrimage to my namesake.

If I had not intervened,

the border would still be open to me,

I might have watched

the towers fall first-hand,

been to The Burning Man,

but I did not walk away

to leave them beaten for a thug’s fun,

and so we drifted,

and so I met

a new and better one.

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