tacoma — gig harbor the edge of july such green teeth — the bridge gaping wide. i walk the divide sewn by cement and the towers. i stalk cathedral at sunrise. here, genie— swim up from the depths, swim up with silver eyes and dreams where the roads intercept. below the black ashes run on and on — ashes run on tracks, run fast on iron wings. rail laid out— your hand beckoning some thing some thing every thing found dunked in that blue throat drunken— i saw smoke simmering all around — faces and friends and unknown towns— tan brick buildings— city brooding city thoughts— a single singing wind. but nothing and no one — only alone blue horizon. the fiery ring sighs slow in the face of that yawning bridge with such green teeth underneath infinite blue, above the infinite soul, the eddying sound, spinning where the roads intercept. below the black ashes run on and on — ashes run on tracks, run fast on iron wings.