Portland cries
in the night
my grandson is teething
his mother's nipple
...
Yellow earth,
black clouds
a mound of death
flowering itself green
...
Samuel Rises
Portland cries
in the night
my grandson is teething
his mother's nipple
This isn't a Cape Cod
mist over Mount Hood
the clouds sing
Dew drops on Douglas
firs clinging the wind
escapes through a baby's
shining rising eyes