Closer Look

Well, here are some things that deserve a closer look.

1) Seahawks in Super Bowl. I've written a pome about it:

Seahawks Super

The gloom and mist
of the coastal city
lift for a minute
as do our hearts
until the clouds move
back in and the gloom
gloomifies tragically and
wetly with wind
this time like a
cruel joke that
is defused
more than anything
sizzling there
in the relentless rain
pounding the
crosshatched pavement
hitting men's
bald spots bam.

The pounding of the
rain at night,
the glory (or not)
of an umbrella
that needs instructions
to open, rain falling
down the crack
at the back of
your pants as you
try (vainly)
to open it
and Curse the lack
of instructions
which as I've said
the umbrella
should have
come with.

Fishing out change
to get the three
dollars needed
to park, your head
awash with water
that seems to
circle it (your head)
and create a cold
wet band of steel
that requires somepin
like a blow torch to
warm up again
and reading on the
parking lot instructions
through a misty wall
of rainy rain,
that aren't instructions
enough on how
to get one dollar
back.

The Coursing
river of puddles
that combine one
with the other until
there's one Big Old
Puddle to drive
through uneggs-pectedly
Swoosh
leaving you
shaking your head
and saying to your
partner next time
I'll put the wipers
on HIGH! and your
partner not answering
because she can
get very moody after
37 out of 41 days
of rain.

The Glory of
the Damp Seattle
the Weathermen All
Prattling, Doppler Radar
this, Doppler Radar
That, It's
More of the Same
Rain with a high of
48 degrees that
we would watch
if we could work up
enough Energy.

We await word
from Detroit
and looking
forward to
having a beer
on Sunday.
Gloom.

Go Seahawks!