Sonnet for You
There were nights where you couldn't fall asleep.
You would get up and fold the map so that
Australia met Argentina, or
the Pacific consumed everything, each
and every country you wanted to see
but had never visited. The only
place you had ever truly known was one
that you invented, with neon green skies
and navy blue grass and clouds that were formed
by magic. It's funny. You always thought
of yourself as a magician. How you
wanted to make the oceans disappear.
Poems in Passage
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Picture of the Sonnet for You poem taken on the Toronto subway in April, 2025.
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