Portland, A Poem
Across the Willamette Over the rail bridge I realize as I leave That I’m in love With a city – never, I said, would I love A city. But here I Am, tears of parting For Portland.
The speaker is crossing the Willamette River on a rail bridge, leaving Portland, and only in that moment of departure does a feeling arrive: they have fallen in love with the city. It catches them off guard.
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