Seattle: A Poem

The further you travel from downtown

the more interesting the shops you’ll find.

But this should come as no surprise,

the measure of wealth falls with the skyline.

 The rent is lower there.

As you travel, don’t worry;

if you ignore the homeless,

while they talk to themselves,

 pressed against tall building sides,

they’ll start to blend in.

And a curious thing will happen;

you’ll lose your humanity (not them).

In this part of town, you’ll notice

there’s a stronger smell of weed.

We all escape how we can.

I’m sure, in the tall glass towers,

with their stirring views,

and unknowable privilege,

the rich escape their gilded prisons too;

the scent of freedom as high as they.

Does the whole world live this way?