Big, green, iridescent forests
speak to me in Oregon, ~
and blue skies and gray clouds
color everything,
with wild, different light.
Timbering industry lumbers on,
as I drive north to Stumptown,
not yet in a solar car,
to Reed's ReedFayre,
a reunion in Portland,
which is growing big
with people.
Reed's canyon -
that green water-valley in the middle, full of life -
this campus's natural focus these days,
old friends,
a gentler, Oregon ethos,
in modernity,
are welcomingly familiar,
and I speak quietly here to folks
of World University and School,
influenced as it is,
in its knowledge generation focus, especially,
by Reed.
I wander down
on a tour
into the depths of its library,
to the calligraphic Lloyd Reynolds' collection,
and learn of a book,
full of Beat poets and writing-art,
"LJR: Stained the Water Clear a Festschrift for Lloyd J Reynolds,"
a long time Reed professor,
who didn't teach Steve Jobs calligraphy -
that was Father Palladino -
before Jobs dropped out,
turned on,
moved back to the Bay,
to found Apple with Woz,
in a garage ...
a Lloyd Reynolds' weathergram,
10 words or less calligraphed about nature,
preferably cut from an old, brown, paper bag,
dangling from a tree outside the library,
which didn't say,
'Big, green, iridescent forests
speak to me in Oregon.'...