Poetry About Geography

A map folds mountains into a classroom desk. Blue lines remember where rivers refuse straight roads. Borders look certain until a family crosses one. Rain and trade teach cities where to grow. Every place is both coordinates and a human story. Geography begins when here asks about elsewhere.

Blue lines remember where rivers refuse straight roads. Maps become truthful when people remain visible. Rain and trade teach cities where to grow. Even geography keeps more than one meaning in view. Place is land interpreted by living.

A map folds mountains into a classroom desk. Time carries the image beyond its first appearance. Borders look certain until a family crosses one. Every place is both coordinates and a human story. Place is land interpreted by living. Geography begins when here asks about elsewhere.