O Portland, how I will miss you.
Your color, your mundane,
your sleepy, your life,
your squares, your pegs,
your square pegs, your motley quilt
--do they not also abide in me?
Oh live strongly in me, Portland!
Run like a river through my soul and live as a lake in my heart.
Root yourself in the base of my skull and branch out into my vision and fingertips.
I remain under your spell. Very truly yours.
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