Seven years seemed impossible

As a young man he had seemed

Impossible that he had been here seven

Years and still he found himself still

On the Plaza

With hand outstretched

Sliding from one oil stained corner to another he

Mocked those college students and berated

The shop owners

As capitalist tools

Because he was free to live his life without

Monetary attachments like his stupid family he

Could get by with what got kicked down

And sure

Seven years was a long time

To be in one place

But then there always

Was Portland.