shadows of words
half smiles, doubled teeth
blue eyes mailed first class
pretty sentences
half a whatever, forever
tight belt, loose shoes
palaces of hay
cloudy voyage upon
the irregular medium
spun patter— gold
it’s down like dominoes
and next— a trick
the withdrawn sunbeam, winched
back up the molten sphere of the
goddamn sun
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Other moments in Portland
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A good perch
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biking
A different perspective
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Farmers Market, a taste of local flavors.
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Wealth in any community comes from its people and their efforts to beautify every member.
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Rain's finally here again, after one of the hottest summers I've had in the city, a comfort of home.
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jazz, Dog Walking, Trees
...and this is how I found out Ornette Coleman has died...
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Dogs, Rainy days, Portland
We started the walk in bright sun and a light breeze. I convinced myself that the dark clouds in the distance were blowing away from us. I was wrong. Wet dog, wet human.
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Graffiti, City Walk
Graffiti and Ghost Signs
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Crossing
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