there's a place i want to tell you about
where my sweat has covered the ground
on many monday afternoons
calf muscle lactic acid has shown me pain is only temporary
here
heart-shaped chlorophyll vessels shush as i pass a switchback
branches sway
far off industrial portland echoes with the sound of commerce
this place is named for a norwegian explorer no one now has ever met
gravel shifting
like the sparrows and crows
who lurk in shadows
and seek refuge from that concrete ecosystem below
gnats land and drown in the sweat rivulets near my clavicle
breathing
always breathing
i say a small intention for them
and perhaps for the rest of us
who seek refuge in this place
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