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"The Divide Between"
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Tributes by Jeph Johnson
Crossing the creek the evening of September 21st
Impressed with the sunset and holding hands for the second time in as many days!
Marveling at the magnificent and Portland had many,
but I went outside the city to entertain the image of our lips embracing.
Even a cheek would suffice tonight, September 21st.
An orange fireball bounced on the horizon, rebounding harvest moon.
Canadian Geese and molting Mallards continued hacking and quonking.
Soon, I thought, as the creaky country skywalk swayed with the Gorge winds.
Her loveliness spanned both banks. I trembled too.
Props were in place for fulfillment.
Props were in place for failure.
Romance and suicide share side-by-side the middle of a bridge.
