Saturday, 22 February 2014

The Cusp

The day you were born,
snow flurried like thoughts.
Aged six or seven,
you drew upon foolscap
a map of the world
as you wanted it to be:
all the borders fudged,
ridges smoothed over,
faultlines filled in. Now
you’re on the cusp
of tracing it for real.

for CJM-P

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