Wednesday, December 4, 2019

Rob Schackne #1035 - Cartography (1)











   
   
       
        Cartography (1)
         
          Cartography: first map
          how we dried the winds

           cracked it all, salt came
          then a thirst came after

          on the outer rim of breath
          we burned with fires

          stopped breathing I think
          ok, will breathe now


 (I owe this poem to Kate L. McNamara & Aletta Bezuidenhout)


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