Tacoma, WA

* The fifth in a series of travelogue poems


An unassuming songstress—Seattle’s awkward little sister across Puget Sound,

The City of Destiny, the Oakland of the Pacific Northwest—

Sends her humble melodies into the arms of an arid suburbia.

Strands of hair tumble over her left eye,

Keeping the life within concealed from plain sight.

However, listen closely, and you will hear every drop of her rough, gritty vitality

Reverberating through each thin guitar string and unpretentious falsetto note.

By: Jake Adams