Portland Bound

[Thunderembargo]

Portland Bound

Red hair, striking eyes, that warm smile
pierced my chest.

That caring look, staring at me
her ears listen to my breath.

Momentary divine abstraction for awhile,
brought by absurd chance.

The sand is falling in the hour glass,

with each scared kiss we share.
Without you how will I fair?

Looking at scribbles from time come and gone,
love is as if a re-run.

Where one is a transfer station,
on the way to Portland, the next destination.

This is at once debonair, whimsical, pensive, comical and a cautionary tale.   Accolades.   Never before have so many contrasting (seemingly conflicting) ideas and moods found their way so well-woven and seamlessly bound into one short poem.   Quite impressive.