The Map Is Wrong

The map is wrong
at the end of this road
the only sign reads

no houses no fences
or other signs of human lives

only the distant
deep and constant
feeling that maybe
you are in
the right place
wrong time

overgrown path
hidden by fresh green weeds
waiting patiently to bloom
and be called by their proper names

that Latin class you took
for one year in college
will come in handy
once Spring is here

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