Out of PDX
The black green growth
Cresting and falling below
Covers and softens
A small lie floating
In the remnants of memory
Spinning in urgent currents
Of vast truths
The logged forest
Quilt patches
Prickly as a shaved vulva
Stark and uncovered
Build the home where
We live
Through a small portal
Darkly the land
Swells by in
The bright sunshine.
The ancient craters,
Their peaks
Flags of white
Let us pass.
