9767 Arrowsmith Ave
- carriebee
- Dec 19, 2023
- 1 min read
I’ve seen this house before
High up above the street
Looming
Maxfied Parrish view of the Lake
Tilting downward
With every step you can feel your feet sliding east.
1919
The Interurban runs from Everett to Tacoma
Metal on the curbs protect the carriage wheels
A family sits on the porch
They feel safe, optimistic,
Modern.
The way it is is the way it will always be,
Forever and ever,
world without end.
But Seattle wasn’t built to last
The streets became unmanageable
The glass cracked and the floors warped
The dark wood became unfashionable and
The job became too big. One of the many owners tried valiantly after Nisqually,
But Seattle wasn’t built to last
The grand houses on the seven hills need constant care
To maintain their grip
And valiance isn’t free.
Booms and busts, feasts and famines
Forever and ever, world without end
Until the last person to leave turns out the lights.
