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Washing over me warm
Portland’s wettest from rivers
From mountains and sky
Portland’s germs from
A Thousand hands sharing
And traveling Portland’s water
Making its coffee
Which I take in
Breathing Portland’s air
Touching its soil and
Eating its food
Watered by its rains
Food touched
By Portland hands
Washed in Portland’s water
City of Bridges over water
Over streets
City built by its water
Stand under its warmth
Drink in Portland
I Just Have to Say... 
Love reading about our lovely Portland!
Do I understand correctly from your poem that Portland recycles gray water? Erk.
I have no knowledge of that so no, nothing in my poem meant anything other than that by touching all these things we are touched by the place.
Ah, I must be projecting my fears that San Diego wants us to consider accepting recycled gray for in home uses. Lol
I kind of think all water has been recycled anyway, hasn’t it?
This was a relavent topic. We all need water and are touched by it .
I’m glad you picked up on that. Thanks for reading Barb.