let me restart: my own flight from oregon complete / i became acutely aware of rebirth / in the low hills // by heat / by heat / by fire, purged— / / / we arrived in cascade locks / & only the moon still shone, wide & big // our site was surrounded on all sides by children / who woke us, screaming & chasing / in the morning // but it wasn’t just they who broke the warm dawn / but metal— machines/ gears/engines— a train’s insistent horn / the tugboat’s reply / the helicopter rhythmically beating the air above / the slow drone / the buzz of the freeway nestled in the cliffs […] & the pancake breakfast too expensive for us, or just too early // we ate small boxes of sugary cereal, not labeled for individual retail sale we packed & found home in the deep side of the river valley / —what seemed like an open hobbit hole, or rolling maze through loam & trees // small
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