The grace of maps

Maps imply the geometry of space.

But not the feelings woven into place

when we love the beauty and the days

Here are feelings, mind how they embrace

On the ancient map my fingers trace

Little footpaths, lines upon a face.

Above below the earth is our right base

Singing with its gravity and grace

I welcome comments and criticism

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