oh july, july i feel you coming   the forests and fields awaken   and it is good to be alive   in this world of sweet air   and growing life.      spring took us all by surprise   we opened the door to let heat inside   yesterday we rode bikes through a tunnel   of white cherry blossoms   and hunted down the honey-secret of lilac   blooming months before its time   last night, last night i dreamt that portland   filled up with gardens and people on bicycles   passing me by on streets lined with fruit trees   and bright colored squashes   oh how the greens and yellows took me by surprise   i broke down in the streets   overcome with nostalgia for this place i'd never been   and now i wonder how we got so far away   from what we could be.