Abigale Mott

I was on my way to Powell’s bookstore and I saw this girl on the corner.  She was selling poems about any topic you choose; writing them on the spot.

This next poem was written on Sept 30.  Instead of creating a separate blog entry, I’m adding it here.  I think I asked Abigail to pick a topic to write about.  It’s the end of summer.  Cold and windy, here’s what she wrote.

I don’t know how long she had been sitting outside of Powell’s bookstore.  I crossed my arms to keep them warm as she composed her poem for me.  Fall has finally arrived in Portland.