Today’s installment for Flashback Friday. Although I have a vast collection of poems from the past 6 or 8 or more years, I am choosing one that I posted before, exactly 3 years ago. This poem was for FFFC #24 (wow, that was a while ago!) and was called “Atlas.”
An atlas is open, made of paper -- A man points with index fingers Attached to weathered hands: “Here.” I post this from a smartphone — Atlas carries the changing Earth Does that place exist anymore?
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I remember this. Thanks for flashing back to it.
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