Mother often told you
“you’re a shiny,
one -in-a-million
snowflake bright star”
dream of flying high
and you’ll disappear so far
So, go forth seeking,
assemble your dopple-gang
sequestered worldwide
350 in America
and thousands more outside
C:
I’ll take my 1 percent
You get the ninety nine
I roll with the renegades
The wanderers are mine
The ones who floated hidden canyons
and explored a foreign sea
will i find you waiting?
maps in hand, well prepared
to cultivate community