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Confounded Map

Saint Paul, 6 July 2006
for Cindy

The innermost fold
of the only map
to your wilderness
has instructions
how to unfold

Instructions I’m told
are a series of frames
cartoons with no captions
and footprints with no feet
that might divulge your bearings

It’s this folded paper
held close to my chest
I never attempt to unfold
lacking the very directions
your confounded map conceals