On a Bench at Alki Beach
Across the water Seattle shines;
the bay’s subtle waves flicker
its reflection almost flapping
like a sheet in the wind. It’s late
December, but the clouds aren’t holding
still and the moon hovers over the skyline,
wide open without obscuration.
On this bench along the edge of the path
looking out at all of this, you let me
put my arm around you.
I picked a new favorite Dan poem. I love this one. We had our first kiss on that bench.
Daniel, I love you so much.