oregon bike trails – high school lover

I feel like i hear hear the ocean, smell the salt, the wrestle in my nose of early 60’s innocence and exploration, a sense of departure from what you thought was supposed to be and the moment you realized what could be and the muted colors feel natural winding up and through, look there’s Broken Arrow, Hi Neil, how much further to the party, the curb, the grass, the purple tree hanging like a canopy over the street and looking back over the shoulder for a wink at the flowers scattered like jacks, pick them up! steps over steps walking up to the Gehry design and in and down and up the levels back down to the smiles and the chatter and the french doors sprung wide open to all of this…



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