So it seems

Craigslist.com ad says
“98% rich white people good for fancy restaurant..25k”
We are also Microsoft’s bedroom
All the real estate ads agree on this

When I was a skinny impressionable and young
Fly Fisherman
We would drive forever it seemed
To go to the Carnation Farms stretch and fish The Snoqualmie
Once a cow chased my brother

We used to have loggers
We used to have dairy farmers
We used to have many less people and many more trees
There was one stoplight between here and Redmond
we used to be a small town

When the valley flooded we would drive through the water
Laughing at the sloppy silliness of it
We had one cop
We were our own small selves

Now the hill is covered with tiny skinny boxes
All painted the same it seems
There sprout lights everywhere
And traffic doesn’t move at all, ever
Never, unless you are crossing the street on foot

Neighborhood rounds

Drinking the darkness
deliciously dim, we do our due diligence
Checking things that need checking
Finding things that need finding

Knowing the dark evergreen secrets
Really, are Nathan and Megan gone?
Did they move in the middle of the night?
Without paying rent? Or saying goodbye?

My top agent is Pinky
loyal and almost my best friend
She can smell and hear better
but still finds garbage cans to be threatening

We might make the neighbors suspicious
walking down alleys at night
But Pinky reassures
“this is bio break related.. don’t worry”

In this way we meet many people
with both two legs and four
we calm with wags and licks of love
truly, we are your neighbors

Rain or sleet or general gray miasma
We still walk our rounds
We know you and you know us
Making way round our tiny town