I looked to the left on the
path I walk almost daily.
LOVE on the rock, well tended,
always repaired and replaced
after each wind, rain or swipe.
LOVE is always there, its
twig-stone-shell typography changes
just slightly.
Well tended, I was thinking.
Two steps beyond, I looked to
the right, where I walk almost daily.
Out pops a face for the first
time, carved how long ago?
Three pennies, tails up,
on unblinking eyes, untasting mouth.
Wikipedia explains, Charon’s
obol pays afterlife fare
for this Nordic Neptune.
Well tended.
Greetings, viewers (said in a whisper). Thanks for tuning in to our show.
Follow me and my camera crew as we enter this old log.
Do you see that mist? Legend has it that the older driftwood caves
It’s getting colder as we go deeper. Do you hear the crab’s melodic whistle?
We have to squeeze sideways through this cave to get into the next room.
Quiet now. We’re almost there.
We found one!
There you have it, folks! We have to cut to commercial now,
It was a rainy Sunday in Seattle, and Emotikin needed to get out of the house!
“Whoa!” said the dog (fresh from his grooming appointment next door).
“Can I smell that maple creature?”
So the duck and Emotikin continued their walk in West Seattle,
Stopped to talk with a worm who didn’t say much.
Emotikin couldn’t help but start humming that song made
“…you make Seattle so much fun,
Emotikin World 
