journey through staples

March 30, 2016

I’ll meet you in the bottom left hand corner of the map before we move across the great expanse of the middle ground – past staples that hold the pages together 

through the middle ground of open space and forests 
– we’ll push on

 towards the top right hand corner through to the small print

across the page references and place names

names that roll off the tongue

names that stick and choke

like swallowing a mountain 
we will move across a geography of dry river beds 

common land and ex towns 
we’ll arrive before the new edition removed our path 

                   

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