14 Poem: Finding


You’d think
In an island as small as this
I’d bump into you

But the serrated lines
Of my train map
Seek to separate us

So I am continually searching
In circles
And lines
At opposite ends, at my wit’s ends

You’d think
In this day and age
It’d be easier to arrange


in trying to locate some personal files, i stumbled upon what might be one of my best pieces of writing in some time...

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