I've been feeling nostalgic all week, so I was going through the archives of my blogs that have been lain to rest. I found this poem from five years ago and surprisingly, I don't hate it yet. Since most of you did not know me (much less know I had a blog) then, I figured it wasn't too much of a faux pas to post it again.
Portlanders, this mountain is none other than our beloved Mt. Hood.
Without further ado:
In the Shadow of a Mountain
The mountain on the horizon has brought us here
to sit on the sun-drenched curb
in the short time remaining us
Brown bottles filled with good spirits
and the echo of comfortable laughter
I've always had a weakness for girls who like beer
The heat of summer's fall burns the smell
of asphalt onto our lips and tongues
leaving parking spaces hazy and indistinct
newly painted lines undulating dreamily
in the mirage of farewell
But, goodbyes are never for good with us
and the lines around our love rarely keep their places
between sister and brother, friend and lover
or the silence that's born in feeling too much
As clumsy words tumble reluctantly
into the space between our long-eyed gazes
to identify the intimacy
Unfolding in this surprising scene
we're setting the horizon free
In the shadow of snow-capped majesty
© 2005 E. Ramón Chaparro
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