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.