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Foothills

the back of my hand
is a map of the places I have  been
veins crisscross plateaus and plains
age spots mark cities and towns

a mark left when a wrench
slipped off a bolt
during an emergency car repair
marks a spot of no special significance
freckles are fields of wild flowers

that small crescent shaped scar
among the knuckle foothills
is the last place on earth

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