Poetry Blog by Jill Ashforth (cities)
Life is a map,
scaled to fit ones horizons.
Cities are a woven web of avenues,
with vines and branches that spread.
Roads, train tracks, canals, rivers, lakes and mountains
mark their territory with a tracery of lines.
They weave a pattern like the doodling of a bored giant.
Take a line for a walk.
Draw me a path home.
Sunday 3rd April 2016 11:10 pm