I left
my notes for so long
–I lost them
wadded Post its
went missing,
graffiti’ed gum wrappers
got tossed,
recordings remained unheard,
and the back of hands
–washed without reference
the grit of urban scrawl
obscuring the wanderers
who lacked ingress
and floundered in the
Great Known
–an unknown knows nothing of
the nature of maps,
–unknown unmapped
the wisdom of asking directions,
–unknown ungrounded
the foresight of itinerary,
–unknown unpenned
and grasping that threads
need fingers
to complete loops
(bows & lassos)
I wove what stragglers
endured–
refuting
a concrete existence.
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