I love this poem by one of my favorite poets, Naomi Shihab Nye. Hope you like it too!
Torn Map
Once
By mistake
She tore a map
In half.
She taped it back,
But crookedly.
Now all the roads
Ended in water.
There were mountains
Right next to her hometown.
Wouldn’t that be nice
If it were true?
I’d tear a map
And be right next
To you.
Naomi Shihab Nye
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