in the hush

9something a.m.
the day’s single sun-break
spilling light across
sky and street
_______

unexpected sweetness
(transformation of kindof burly man
into bear)
of the bikeshop clerk
where i go to purchase a
patch kit
sending kindness and quarters
back and forth across the counter
_______

sound of hard candy
against teeth
(and sucking and smacking of lips)
in the mouth of the woman
across the table
at the kenton library
_______

the conundrum of
being so excited to
by chance
run into someone
(in this case, a green-glassesed brittany)
and wanting to make a commotion
but the place of running-into
happens to be in the hush of
the library
_______

pint glass
filled with two straws
a long spoon and
the softsmooth offwhite of a
diary-free soft serve chai shake
_______
streets shining
under orange lamplight glow
i swish (raingear) as i pedal
while wet blesses my face
this is the portland i know
(remembering the remedy:
the thing that makes the rain do-able
is to get out in it)
_______
pearl jamming
(don’t call me daughter)
in my famous low and ridiculously boisterous
vibrato
while tucked under alpaca blankets
on the gray couch

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