Cartographer's Pen
I am scattered again
Across
cities,
Playgrounds
And residents -
In sifted words
That break apart like continents;
Like young lovers who grew up too soon.
Help me make a
place for you
In sequestered letters
Breathing hollow
The vowels that bore them meaning
I am gathered again
To family & friends
The blood of longing
Runs richly through
Our veins
Stories canvas the night air
We roam neon boulevards
‘til weary, we remember home
Help me make a place for you
Sturdy as the evensong
Sturdy as the wind carries me
Like parachutes
Beyond all that has come & now is gone
To seed the cities
With the ashes of my days
In furrowed lines, a cartographer’s pen
I am scattered again.
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ReplyDeleteHi Steve, this is panoramic, expansive, economical and just resolves, like the eyes of God roaming the earth. Quite mature in vintage. All the best, Andrew.
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