14 Poem: Finding


Finding

You’d think
In an island as small as this
I’d bump into you
Somehow

But the serrated lines
Of my train map
Seek to separate us

So I am continually searching
In circles
And lines
At opposite ends, at my wit’s ends

You’d think
In this day and age
It’d be easier to arrange
Serendipity. 

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in trying to locate some personal files, i stumbled upon what might be one of my best pieces of writing in some time...

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