I gaze at the map,
watercolor, wrinkled
paper rainbow pastels
sprawling across his wood floor.
Pin thin black lines
scribbled, broken
some jagged.
Dry desert
up for grabs.
Everlasting
longitude and
latitude
The entire planet is
paying attention.
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