When The Words Flow
A place to share my poetry
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Day 25 (makeup): Zip Ode: 97219
Zip Ode: 97219
Our streets obey no gridlines; they follow the hills.
Our gardens are large, our neighbors friends.
We walk
Everywhere
In this overlooked love note in Portland’s back pocket.
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