by Gae Rusk
I. seeking love
my land is a star
my land is lime and ocher forming
arrows
pointing to a beleaguered heart
my land has edges shaping me
glowing runway blue in my dark
I began complete
I reached land anchored
my answers sought questions but
gave up
pre-contact
so I remain alone
surveying my details
measuring my days
forming the cartography of me
someday
I will find you
studying this atlas
you are out there
on my globe somewhere
and I pray
you have learned
to read maps
gae rusk copyright 2006
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Careful. He might have GPS and be around the corner right now.
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