(July 2021. A short little poemlet written at a special spot along the Columbia River, 45 minutes from Portland. At this spot, Blu and I happened to meet our first school bus gang, a blues band named St Cinder, back in 2017 when I was hitchhiking. That was the first skoolie inspiration. Later, when I bought the bus in 2020, I brought it by this spot while it was still yellow. I brought Alison there for our 2.5 year anniversary, and wrote this there. It’s not long; I was too content to need to write much, if that makes sense.)
The wind, the boy, the girl, the dog,
The filled gorge Columbia,
The mess of the west won,
And the dreams of salmon Zion denied.
The sunset is real,
And joy is good.
We will be okay.
Beatin' Paths ~~~ The journey to the Great American Novel 