Little Map

Little Map

The white pine

the deer coming closer

the ant
in my bowl
- where did she go
when I brushed her out?

The candle
where does it go?

Our brush with each other
- two animal souls
without cave

‘Little Map’ from Door in the Mountain: New and Collected Poems 1965-2003 (Wesleyan University Press, 2003), © Jean Valentine 2003, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

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