Friday, May 15, 2015

Oregon

sun takes solstice west
to asia, leaves rocks in tide
on oregon coast
(8-05)









solstice, or’gon coast –
t’vietnam, says th’bott;e’s note,
hoping someone cares
(7-16)








from his window, hood
towers over th’steamy night
only th’rich go there
(3-17)






saltspring t'san miguel -
five rest stop, midnight coffee
t'celebrate the fourth
(10-14)








firecrackers on th’rogue
back from abroad, you realize
how precious it is
(11-16)





did fine, logging hood
th’spotted owl ‘n’ th’damn antifas
took it away from ‘m
(6-17)






way back to five,
stumbles on old believer,
gervais flowerbed
(11-13)







near bend, th’hot desert
th’lonely road, th’housewife gets th’mail,
isn’t much traffic
(11-16)










to stop in ashland
for a shakespeare production -
or hitch on and camp
(4-10)









long ride through ashland,
th’trucker’s long haul up th’coast – so,
t’give up on shakespeare
(11-16)










portland law tickets
bicyclists with passengers -
even labor day
(4-10)









wet shady beaches
seem like another planet
in desert near bend
(1-07)










bottle with note floats
into dunes campsite - driftwood
fire, history, dreams
(8-05)






feelings hurt ‘n high school
moved t’ashland t’become ‘n actress –
life’s comedy ‘f errors
(7-15)









she hides ‘n th’character
‘til th’entire town ‘f ashland’s just
‘n eliz’bethan stage
(7-15)







to stay ‘r not t’stay,
the beauty ‘n th’bard, ‘r th’road t’medford -
that is the question
(7-15)







generations logged hood
but he’s unemployed ‘n august,
‘n’ cursing th’spotted owl
(11-16)








used t'be a hipster,
old port t' th'west end - now he hates'm,
spends his days duckhunt'n
(12-14)







loves his duck football –
friday, runs ‘round t’get supplies,
saturday, won’t budge
(11-16)





grim reaper costume -
portland kid blinded, his scythe
caught on 'don't walk' sign
(10-14)






november downpour –
stumptown regular’s hoping
th’californians leave
(12-15)








from her window, hood -
steady, the hand on the knife,
sage goes in onions
(10-14)








smell ‘f sage ‘n’ onions,
view ‘f hood from th’kitchen window –
she knows how t’hold th’knife
(11-16)






cold winter forest
of a blue oregon funk -
find coast, take a breath
(8-05)






rainbows ‘n th’willamette
th’forest’s too cold for camping,
‘n’ they left for key west
(3-17)






posed my bride on rock -
puts egg nog on portland bar -
a big wave came in
(4-10)





off to th’war ‘n vietnam,
note ‘n bottle wash up, coos bay,
also on th’new year
(12-15)






waves crash ‘t yachats beach,
new year’s toast t’ th’hiker – what’s next,
we can only guess
(3-17)





blizzard, salem bus
station – th’amish, th’old b’liever
wonder how t’keep th’young
(11-16)






corvallis side streets -
van fills with smell of coffee,
march rains relentless
(4-10)







bleak roseburg sunday –
not used t’kids pump’n gas, she flirts,
even in th’march rain
(2-16)





dad, grandpa logged hood -
take that nesting spotted owl,
crush it in my fist
(4-10)




embrace th’endless rain
stumptown patron hopes it drives
th’californians out
(6-17)






eugene anarchists
fill city streets on may day -
can't pick a leader
(4-10)






may day f’r th’anarchists –
streets ‘f eugene will know they’re there,
after that, th’usual
(3-17)







may rains in th’skagit
refreshing t’th’hiker from bend,
th’local’s kind ‘f sick ‘f them
(7-16)






thirty years fishing
tillamook, seen some wet mays -
logs crack in fireplace
(4-10)








chinook coming up
the umpqua - i wait all year
to get a big one
(4-10)









found th’good salmon runs
hundred miles from home t’ th’umpqua,
but it’s well worth th’trip
(3-17)






wife's a legal aide -
spend my spring days on the rogue
haulin' in chinook
(4-10)





bridge at multnomah
watching th’falls, th’grads agree on
th’perils ‘f adulthood
(12-15)







portland’s lush gardens,
ablaze with th’scents ‘n’ colors ‘f spring
she likes th’rhodies th’best
(3-16)






city’f lush gardens,
from sullivan’s gulch t’roseway –
nothing beats th’rhodies
(3-17)





she speaks ‘f th’pain ‘f th’thorns
even as th’fest’val’s roses
catch th’afternoon sun
(9-16)






at th’rose festival,
scientific explanation
‘f th’evolution ‘f thorns
(12-15)






thorns ‘t th’rose festival
th’kid’s so mad at th’antifas,
‘bout t’kill a few ‘f’ ‘em
(6-17)




japanese garden –
even as th’iris blooms, cringe
‘t th’rage ‘f th’max train stabber
(6-17)





lush shady valley
june evening gently falls on
road to corvallis
(1-07)

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