he was all over the map
here, there
every place I wanted to be
and was
and I know
(but won’t)
how our paths crossed stars
–Plexiglass aside
the be point
was a straight shot,
see,
–and curve of wobbly wheels
rutted circles,
‘kay,
but cart’s behind
equine now
–oh!
and novel approach–
more Thomas Guide. . .
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