Monday, October 7, 2013

Title at the bottom.

Do you know how
you fold and
unfold a map
a microcosm visible
for the second
you need to know where you are
yet
you need the entire macrocosm
to understand where you've actually
been?
Enough history of a day
a month
an eternity of zits
and disappointments
with just a mint
peeking in the
recesses of your day pack.


The saddest thing, remembrance.

5 comments:

  1. Wonderful metaphors! I really enjoyed this.

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  2. smiles...its nice to look back at where you have come...and we should celebrate that occassionally, but its always back to the trail for me...places to go...people to see...

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  3. the saddest thing, and yet of course the only thing of value, the memorable)))))

    xo
    erin

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  4. An interesting poem, Rosaria, with such a powerful final line that I sat and stared at it for quite awhile.

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