I spread maps across two tables…

I spread maps across two tables
Though blind I cannot read them

This is the work of the day
And the river spreads

Clouds shaped like birds
Spread above houses I also

Cannot see–work of the day
People come and go

Wind sings the same song
It sang at Viking graves

Stones piled
Beside the sea

Work of the day
Reading what you can’t see

Maps wishes
Pressing my forehead there

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