Poem: Oregon October

By: Ken Eberhart


There is a concrete arch bridge on the 101.
Beneath that arch, salmon boats venture out to sea,
and ride twenty foot swells for five hours.
Tourists pay ninety-five dollars apiece to sail the
same ocean that Nicholson sailed when he portrayed
McMurphy in “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest”.
There is a cabin motel that sits on the south side
of the bridge. Beneath the broken overhang, I have
sat and watched the boats leave the harbor.
I have been to Oregon in October, but I have never
read Kesey’s book. Shame on me. I have only seen
the movie. The fishing scene is my favorite.

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