write me a letter when
you get to Portland, about
the coast and graying ocean
how the fog doesn't burn off
till late morning, your walks
with God in the forest, you
had a revelation at Voodoo
Donuts in front of the gloss
and icing, this is where
the wax melted off in
broad daylight, you
found yourself amidst
strawberries and cream,
orange nectar and peach


Write me a letter when
you get to Portland, tell
me how much you love
it--the greens and grays
and barely-there-blues
off in the distance in
mellow hues


write me when you get there
and leave the letter in the sun
let your evening tea hold the
corners and ring your coffee
between the lines, let me know
when you get to Portland
let me know
let me know
let me know, love.