A blue arrow pierces the heart.
We walk the world in silver sheen.
Live days long in fields of green
Lest yea turn the path to black.
Find the seam.
But on days of fire
We rise maroon
For the blood of the north
In the light of the moon.
Seattle, Minneapolis, Chicago, San Antonio, Misawa, Saint Cloud. The people of these places have shaped me. I hope I shape them. I just put food on plates.