Thursday, June 7, 2012

Oregon Postscript


Coasting down the mountain spines,
Through the vales of dragon’s breath,
I am under a sky of black vultures
Each eying the coast for death.

Raindrops marching on the road,
Stop often, for each ray of sun;
I have reached the town of Newport,
The reunion with Oregon… begun.

My first stop is Whole Grain Sourdough,
The next hike is to Otis’ beach.
I’ll finally stop at the trailer park,
Nirvana, is still within reach.

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