Susan Rich
Early Impression
I adore living in a place where the mountain comes and goes.
Did you see the mountain? The people ask each other warmly
In the normal course of days— there— hovering over the sound?
Above the freeway, like a heavenly aunt above downtown.
We mean our mountain though Seattlites are savvy enough not to say—
Snow capped on summer evenings, omnipresent, slightly pink.
