in war ravaged Portland
morning geese comb the grass
for worms

leaves fall quietly from the branch
yellow dahlias rise in salutation to the sun
squirrels rush home with acorns for their hearth

loaves of sourdough rise in the bakeries
coffee scents the streets like Rome
cherry blossoms ballerina at the river’s edge

but beware the icy seed-sown fear
a conjured nightmare
a most cruel gruel

the delusion from a man insane
has come to conquer like Quixote
upon this tranquil hill

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