Benevolent and Beautiful (September 1990)

Domo and I woke up at ten am, 

lounging as long as possible in her 

lovely little room—light bright, long from the

windows of the St. Helen’s Court building, 

traffic flowing ceaseless yet gently off 

495, down 12th.  We read the news, 

ate, walked to American Expresso 

where we ran into Jan—talked with him most 

the morning about events, his travels 

through the world.  There was nowhere else to be, 

nothing better to do, on what harks an 

early fall here in the happy province 

of Portland State, and with the company 

of such benevolent and beautiful 

people as these two, on this last weekend 

of August and the first of September.