a map

Sometimes, fate, that whimsical goddess
shows you a map
to keep you from wandering
too far beyond her ken.

Mine's made of marble
with rivers of gold
with cities of black gems
and lakes as azure as the sky

The chart is my comfort
though the lettering is all foreign
and the land- one I've never been.

1 Comments:

Anonymous DP said...

Maybe one day that land will not be foreign.

1:58 PM  

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