not with Suri or any map
not that you were ever
any good at navigation
you seek it
thinking you will recognize it
when it hits you in the face
a collision of thoughts
what if you had it
and you let it escape?
wandering aimlessly from
saguaro to saguaro
blind as a bat
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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