5:00 in Pike Place Market by Sara Crawford

A woman stacks colorful handmade
glass pipes on a table

next to the tie dyed t-shirts
peddled by a man with

a grey beard and a blue
bandana. A middle-aged Asian

lady sells fresh peaches across
the street from a barefoot

man with crooked, yellow teeth who sings
“Octopus’s Garden” and plays his

acoustic as I glide by. The
locals lie in the grass

in front of the Sound, soaking in
as much Vitamin D as possible

on this sunny September afternoon
in Seattle. I look at the Ferris wheel

and wonder how I would feel at the top.


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