I miss my city: Seattle poetry on the bus

This is an old poem I wrote, last summer, while riding the bus through my neighborhood.

The city has eyes
It watches our tries, our failures
It commends our success
The moss and vines crawl up to the skies;
Hanging onto freeway walls
And buildings reaching for the hazy sky
Leaves fall from autumn trees
Litter the sidewalks and streets;
With a crunching cacaphony of crackles
Weeds rise up from mowed grass
And sway their yellow dandelion dance
Chipped cement clutters a street
The roads are lined with cracks telling a story like wrinkles on a face
Navy blue, buttermilk yellow, teal and jet black houses line the neighborhood streets
An old VW Van stands like the bones of an animal, as moss and mildew tint the windows green; and rust decays its decrepit scene
Blackberry brambles conquer yards and hide shards of of broken bottles and decaying trash
Pinecones dot a drivway; overhanging with wild branches of evergreens
Paint chips fleck from a picket fence
A lake overgrown with trees and plants; ducks sway in the murkey waters they lay
A man pulls shingles from a church roof
And I sigh at all the beauty, as my bus pulls to a stop

Homemade Teas: Blackberry Ginger Tea

Blackberry ginger tea recipe:

What you will need:
Tea Ball


Fine Mesh tea strainer


Zest Grater


A bowl
A qaurter of a piece of ginger

About 5-6 blackberries

Honey

Grate the ginger until there is enough to fill the teaball. Drain the juice from the ginger into your cup, and put the tea ball in your cup.
Take the blackberries and press them into the fine mesh tea strainer, above the bowl. Continue to press until all that is left is pulp and seeds. Pour the blackberry juice into your cup. Pour hot water over it, and add honey to taste!