This twig will be my flag
This sky, my constitution.
The articles, my dress tag,
Each button, a resolution
And every dream, a theme
And every step, a statement
My whole life is the map,
And its border, its abatement.
Its lakes are all my curls and rings
Its rivers are my sleeping
Its mountains are my wrinkled sheets
State secrets, yarn I’m keeping
Houseplants are vast forests
The teapot spout, great falls.
Vast nations yet to be explored,
Neighbors, behind their walls.
( From A Loop Around The Sun, Vol. 1 )
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