There upon the Rocky Butte I stood A jacketed photog from a SE hood Gazing out through low stone arch Outside remained while throat did parch Dreams of castles filled my brain Invading armies and evil reigns Wizards, warlocks, dragons too Imagination soaring against sky blue Fortress of solitude, of macro composition Quiet interrupted by hungry disposition Across the gorgeous gorge I once more glanced Before sadly departing this escapist trance