The feeling and what it’s been missing (a poem)

For this month’s writing challenge, I have chosen the rimas dissolutas, a form in which (according to A Poet’s Glossary, by Edward Hirsch) ‘each line in an unrhymed stanza rhymes with its corresponding line in a subsequent stanza.’ This, I am finding out, is harder than it sounds…

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The illusion is always the same (a poem)

Written after encountering yet another selection (‘Forest Park’, ‘Willamette Valley’, and ‘Lake Billy Chinook’) of Travel Oregon commercials on Hulu. Guys, seriously: Don’t make me wait. Don’t make me choose. Just show the damn spot already…
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