Thursday, February 26, 2015

6391. A MAP OF THE WORLD

A MAP OF THE WORLD
A map of the world on the back of my
hand  -  I'd had etched it there in prison ink  - 
told me really nothing at all  -  off-center, with
marks of direction. So seldom referred to,
I'd forgotten I had it. I well remember getting
it  -  it was to be either that or a fair representation
of the Virgin of Guadalupe. But the artist told me,
that day, he couldn't find one. I took it as a sign,
and accepted the map instead. That was long ago, 
when I was doing time for wasting
time. All things being equal, 
I liked it well enough.

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