March 20 - Landing in Portland

by Jason Wardell

The sky opens to forest and mountains,
river and green grass, flags unfurling and
struggling to catch the scant spring breeze.

The sights are the same, the lights different,
white buildings blossom by sidewalks unknown,
unfamiliar skylines, familiar goals.

And I vault the sky astride highway and field,
skip to a halt beside water and tree
and only by unguided wandering, am free.


Author's Note: 3/20/2010 - like noon.

Posted on 03/21/2010
Copyright © 2022 Jason Wardell

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/22/10 at 07:15 PM

The kind of poem so rich in language and imagery that I really wish there was just one more line, you know? And then maybe a few dozen more.

Posted by Julie Adams on 04/25/10 at 11:01 PM

this is a great piece, fresh ideas and use of imagery and word associations...I love how it flows...a pleasure to read you, look forward to more...happy reading/writing...peace, jewels xo

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