IN MY HIDDEN MAP

Two soft roads break by the brook I still know,

As a child I’d wonder as to where they’d go;

Stories of the place, about the lines that went,

I could feel even now, their sound and their scent.

Not a public place but I’d call it tavern,

I could hear it speak to me, although taciturn;

I’d imagine anything, pain was also fun,

Flirt with the moon, gold-dig with the sun.

The twin roads are full of flowers,

With precious jewels, rivulets;

Unheard birds and fruits,

Trees breezing leaves, hanging nests.

Every bit of the joint is vivid and clear,

It’s hidden in the map of my mind;

I came running in my form to see it from near,

Outside of me, I could never ever find.


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