Taking off, the passenger plane
grunts like a sow and rattleslike a San Francisco streetcar.
Tacoma's port comes into view--
orange cranes, white warehouses bigger
than football pitches, a stack
puffing white smoke like
an old sailor. Shaggy green
Puget Sound island appears.
On the steel-blue water:
one fishing boat, one container ship,
both as still as sleeping cats.
Through horizontal pink and blue
smears, dark eyebrows arch:
tops of the Cascade mountain range.
Wet gridded neighborhoods
show, spotted with dark evergreens
and yellow & orange puffs
of dying leaves. Far out,
the freeway curves past
the light blue Tacoma Dome,
which looks like a hemispheric
quiz-show buzzer. Now white
clouds curtain the whole scene
& a voice cautions us
again to put all of our devices
on airplane mode.
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