Our Hopefully Permanent Timeline
One steady line
kissing east and west,
our fingers interlocked, etching
tiny tic marks
facing north and south
set to determine
our course—
scribbling
and deleting
to see if we
first
run out of lead
or eraser.
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I like the uncertainty of this poem being paired with the commitment to move forward. Nice.