My Compass Poem by Jeffrey SpahrSummers

My Compass

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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

Thursday, March 17, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: celebration,fireplace,lies
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