U.S. MAPThe custodian’s finishedrepainting the faded U.S. map on the school playground. The flat shapes of states where I‘ve lived are each a different color. Why is North Carolina maroon, and Washington green? My sandals slap
In Alabama, a dandelion
Part of the ocean
Alaska is half-way to the swing,
Copyright 2000, Roberta P. Feins
Roberta Feins wishes for a more perfect world in which to write better poetry. A recovering pessimist, she is learning to live in the here and now. Here is Seattle, and now is computer consulting, helping with Switched-on Gutenberg, and working on several manuscripts.
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