Friday, April 5, 2019

Poem: March 29, 2019

Directions

Suppose you wanted to go from here
to, say, Boulder or Boston, somewhere
far away, or hell, pick a place nearby,
someone's new house in an unfamiliar
neighborhood, in a different part of town.
These days, the exercise is simple enough-
some form of GPS connected by Bluetooth
to your vehicle's entertainment system-
In 300 feet, turn left. Drive for forty
point two miles. Take exit twenty-six
on the right. You have arrived at your
destination. And something may have been
lost along the way with no map to invite
questions, no compass to make a steadfast
promise, no stranger to lend a hand.


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