Where the diadora tree blocked, I see water and the Olympics.
Spring snow in Slaughter/Auburn; I think of Judy, the Muckleshoot tribe.
Woman wearing jeans, ponytail,
backs up SUV, loads boxes.
My daughter calls, Embassy in green zone hit, everyone in lockdown.
Mauve-blue glaciers re-emerge from cloud cover; nuthatch trill in ravine.
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