In the city where it always smells like rain,
and the abundance of water inoculates the pain
of all residents: humans, animals, and plants, alike.
The depreciation of cars compensates for the appreciation of bikes.
Christmas lights wrap around the trees of March,
but for every season, the diet here consists of beer and starch.
Oh, pour me another glass, my new friend, of that Rogue!
We'll sip it in style since this old town is in vogue.
Walking the bustling streets of down town,
there is no style of food that cannot be found.
We'll stroll through a pod and decide upon a cart.
From there, we'll pay, eat, laugh a bit -
and with satisfied stomachs, our night will start!
written on 03/17/2016