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
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