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Face the Wind
Don Hynes
Nov. 1, 2015
Winds are blowing off Elliot Bay,
rain in sheets on the hills;
old Seattle waking up to black coffee
and the sound of another storm.
I’m heading out
to find an egg in this town,
maybe some bacon and bread.
Gusts pound off the buildings
challenging their insult;
sea birds hunker down
tucked into their wings.
What’s born on the ocean
has time on its side
but I’ve a few pennies of kindness
and a dollar or two of ambition.
It’s time to face the wind.
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