I turned right on 43rd street,
headed for the meeting
passed by the Hagstrom Map store, and thought
do I need to go in
minimally
out of curiousity?
perhaps there is something in the store that can tell me something;
a direction,
a road,
a destination,
a method,
an oasis
no the Hagstrom store could not provide me
the inner direction that would provide the making
of my own maps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You will find direction at the meeting, perhaps G.O.D. which is good orderly direction. Keep coming back!