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Desirée Weidaw
Published: Tue Oct 15 1974
Art: Paul TheriaultEver New (detail), 2022, acrylic and found paper on scavenged wood
The Map Room

The Map Room at M.I.T.
has floor to ceiling windows
and the light sinks in.
Kneeling before Ohio, you pull
a drawer slowly to your chest.
Your hands are wrinkled

You pull a map from sheets
and encourage the folded parts
to relax._     _ Your arm
shadows miles of Toledo.

At Heather Downs Boulevard and Byrne Rd.
you follow a thin line east
to the Maumee River. Fingers trace your way
past large brown houses, dandelions,
and barking dogs. You lean close.

Behind locked lids
my eyes lean backwards
east-southeast to Virginia.
There were dandelions and barking dogs—
and squares of light used to
wash across walls
at night.

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