Rolling in at twilight – Newport Oregon –
cool of september ocean air, I
saw Phil Whalen with a load of groceries
walking through a dirt lot full
of logging trucks, cats
and skidders
looking at the ground.
I yelld as the bus wheeld by
but he kept looking down.
ten minutes later with my books and pack
knockt at his door
"Thought you might be on that bus"
he said, and
showed me all the food.
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