never before had I been
to Lummi Island
the long, penis-shaped island
at the north end of the San Juans.
   as luck would have it,
an invitation from a friend
at the last minute.

M needed help
     at 7:30am.
D arrived by train the
     night before,
a big deal now
   to have such talent in these parts.
M is easily scare by mice
   and still has her mouse traps up
      a week later. boxes line
her kitchen in a half assed attempt
   to corner the critter.

so off D and I went through
   traffic and more traffic to
Lummi for a fun swank time and
     just the slimmest
   hope of meeting and schmoozing.