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MAPS
The beach-scrub and the past contain two boys
making a map and writing up a log.
It does not matter that you can’t return,
for no one can. Under the lamp at night
I study a large-scale offprint of the time.
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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