Lavender clouds dot the sky....and it begins to rain.
I have waited months for this~the annual baptism into my city.
How I have missed your towering fortresses, your skyline, your scent.
I abandoned you....too early...even before I had to....
yet each time I return....you accept me~without question~without judgement.
And I think, intuitively, you know, in your emerald wisdom, that a part of me will always stay~
scattered somewhere between Brooklyn Ave and Ballard.
For you were my first love, my growing pains and who could forget the memory of that?