Portland, Oregon
Glistered shell upon the bedclothes,
weep not for the pink and larval
beauty you in sadness squandered:
time was yours, a wealth of rubble
transient to fret love, and envy
vivid to the world portioned.
Dappled heart inside a raincoat,
wet your eyes upon the verdure
of the puddled traffic signal.
All things human are admitted.
Generation floods, and licit
hunger, to be slantwise held.
