fountains in downtown Portland
I.
The fountains are not from here. They wrap themselves in plastic to protect their sensitive skin from the rain.
II.
There is something rotten in the city of Portland. Who would murder these cute little creatures? Who will drape shrouds over their faces? When will the stretchers carry them away?
III.
My grandmother wrapped her hair in plastic headscarves when it rained. I swore I would never do the same. My mother and sister swore it as well. And my friends, and their mothers.
And yet, every winter, new batches of old ladies emerge with plastic headscarves tied tight under wrinkled chins. Somehow, this tradition trickles through the generations, passing itself down in spite of us.
Comments (4)
Oh, this made me laugh, even in the middle of my darkness. Thank you!
Posted by dale | October 19, 2004 5:13 PM
Posted on October 19, 2004 17:13
These seals make me feel melancholy--they remind me of scenes where seals and other animals are having to be rescued from oil spills. And where does the water fountain out?
Posted by Wendy | October 20, 2004 2:02 PM
Posted on October 20, 2004 14:02
Very interesting point of view fdgfdg.
Posted by angeln | November 10, 2004 2:33 PM
Posted on November 10, 2004 14:33
Good work.
Posted by Terry | December 3, 2004 10:29 PM
Posted on December 3, 2004 22:29