Unseen Hunter

Photo by Omar Willey

Photo by Omar Willey


Spoors of industry. Blue,
then red, then gold, golden
brown, these concentric circles

begin. Rain. The brilliant colors
bleed. Blue into dull puce, anemic
red, and gold to pale amber against
black rocks. A small and silent

trickling becomes a flux.
Open wound. Metal quarry,
pierced with points of
stone. Prey, unseen hunter.

Filed under Poetry

Omar Willey was born at St. Frances Cabrini Hospital in Seattle and grew up near Lucky Market on Beacon Avenue. He believes Seattle is the greatest city on Earth and came to this conclusion by travelling much of the Earth. He is a junior member of Lesser Seattle and, as an oboist, does not blow his own trumpet. Contact him at omar [at] seattlestar [dot] net