A Year of Poems – Day 280

I see the world in landscapes
It’s easier to map,
To chart the flow of a mountain range,
or sketch a river flow.

A forest is a simple word
for something more complex,
for there are groves, and hills, and lakes
unique as fingerprints.

Beneath a flat and simple plain
marked with little lines
is a hill where badgers dug their den
and a squirrel sits in a pine.

I like the world of abstract thought,
it’s easier to track
but to speak of love then love my friend
is to live beyond the map.


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