Portland, Oregon is about to get another light-rail train line: the orange line to SE/Milwaukie/Selwood.
The future train’s course will be pre-marked by orange silt fencing with gigantic poem lines printed on them:
Two of my lines were chosen and printed onto orange silt fences:
I am grateful to have met and connected with people in Southern Florida, Northwest Washington, New York City, and Southern California. Wow.
I appreciate the connections, but wonder how deep we need to be connected to a few people where we are, where we live.
For now, I live wherever I am alive (on the road, visiting towns).
It is a peculiar, interesting, changing time.
Utah is beautiful. Dessert. Wind. Rocks. Open. Like Montana.
Beautiful. The Salt Lake is a giant sea.
Today, driving past tons of open, dry, rocky fields
and narrow streams, I am reminded
by every irrigated sprinkler system.
I am reminded by every drop of sweat and every dry heave breathe,
that life comes from water
and heat is its companion…
so long as neither is domineering.
I enjoy the beauty of diversity,
but wonder why or how anything/anyone survives in the dessert.
Near the Idaho border, at a potato processing plant,
I saw a smoke stack blowing perfect light grey halo smoke rings,
floating, ascending, wafting up, up, into the blue,
fading back as I sped forward past.