Ode to Portlandia

little mermaid; you stand athwart the rushing, rumbling rivercity
kneeling on a building, salt wind still brushing back your hair
tho' the sea be miles and years from here
the fog twists and teases, littering your feet
where is the steady beat of the sea, little mermaid?
all I see are people; cluttered and unpatterned, dirtbound
for this have you given up solemn mornings with fishermen
	gone to make their living amidst the tidal God
for this you kneel despondent, dicing with gulls.

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