You travel a path on paper
and discover you are in a city
you only thought about before.
It's a Sunday marketplace. Parakeets and finches
are placed on the stones
and poppies in transparent wrapping.
How can you be where you never were?
And how did you find the way-with your mind
your only measure?
Fanny Howe
Included in the book:
Poem in Your Pocket for Young Poets: 100 Poems to Rip Out and Read
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| Paris Market, taken by Zoey 4/11 |
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