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.