Invisible airplanes defect from the sky.
I don't mind the steady Sunday morning mist,
so long as there's an Escher canopy of green -
Spring green! - the gravestones turn themselves over in their field,
seeding new life in the bone yard.
walking up the western promenade with Olivia, and.
The sound all around isn't deafening
but confusing if I didn't know an airport
was just over south bridge from here.
Portland, fortunately, looks fine in the rain,
built of snug brick, empirically,
by robber barrons, presumably, on vacation.
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