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Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Where It's Always Now
It's always October in Portland.
Our memory is Portland's leaves are always glowing gold and red.
Its streets are ever-glistened with a cold, but gentle rain.
Every Portland hill begins in late September and peaks in mid-October then descends to Halloween and then the next hill reaches up from September's end again and on and on, endless eyes of tourmaline and opal.
Portland's hair is timeless gardens of plump pumpkins and doomed but gorgeous marigolds.
It's always October in Portland because our old pal got married there many years ago and there was a girl at a shop there who sold candles with pictures of old robots on them and the candle was wrapped in socks in the suitcase on the plane that carried us far from Portland and long past October in the last century.
It was back before so much that is now.
It was October in Portland then and it is October in Portland now.
No calendars allowed. --TK
Tuesday, October 8, 2019