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You can take your jagged talons
and flit across
the silent wilderness;
let the magnetic needle be your guide;
let the tent be your shell;
let the flashlight be your eyes;
search for whatever you can’t find here.
Be sure to pack
a Susanna Moodie novel.
And if you can find your way back
I’ll be at home,
dragging my tattered claws
and scampering about
inside my silent wilderness;
the roof and walls my shell;
the night-light my eyes—
a lighthouse warning to errant ships
to keep from my door—
a searchlight scanning the countryside
for an honest woman, for you.
And I’ll have popcorn
waiting for you
and some melted cheese
on triscuit crackers,
ready in a few minutes.
I would be lost without a microwave.
I am lost without you.
by David Clink
from: Come-on from the Horse on 7th Avenue, ©2002
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