No Maps By Lori Vermaas There are no maps to grace, save for the endless trace of finding things and losing them, itineraries grand and grim. A jagged trail of heft and lack records the stops in my survival of coming home, of getting back upon the path of my arrival. Poem Rating:Click To Rate This Poem! Continue Rating Poems Share This Poem Tweet Public Collections Containing This Poem Other Poems By This Author No MapsPoetLori Vermaas View More