Robin Dunn

Following the mapmaker

I don't know,
The deeds make their own logic,
We've trucked our own wizardry in, with our boots.
He's moving,
Come, I'm only five years behind him:

Looking again

No one where else
As we mark the minutes,
Into sleep:
It was where we knew we'd find it,
I can't remember now.


If I were you,
No but if I were you,
And where:
No where else.
When I were you,
The you on you,
Where you,
On me,
Rolled under the storm,
On my boots.

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