Jeffrey SpahrSummers

Rookie (01/26/60 / Colorado Springs)

My Compass - Poem by Jeffrey SpahrSummers

lies broken on the floor like a wine glass shattered tossed
into the fireplace as if in celebration of something I cannot
comprehend the cold needle is stuck due west north west
not magnetic north where I want to explore the wilderness

2004


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 17, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, April 30, 2010


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