I remember
portland nights
double windows distort street light
shivering more than reasonable
beneath the weight of blankets

cars echo along belmont street
and carry in their rattle
reminders of where I’m

not

in transit in betweens
wide open empty spaces
with my voice with the sky
with the snow

now I’m on my way out
days and days away
nights end in different spaces
and I’m still beneath the weight
cars rattle down culver street
and remind me of portland nights