Driving off like a postman,With the aerodynamics and color of a cardboard box,Because I wanted to meet you.It was not cruising alongwith crunchy white static blanketing windows in Wyoming,being buried, yet unawareafter I emerged into Montana,the snow relented, but I did not because I wanted to bewith you, not erasable,you—oh, Eccentric—able to boast the world’s … Continue reading Portland