scattered beside the path
among the blue chickory,
white lace,
lavender thistle,
and a plastic water cup
broken in half
which may have served
its purpose,
just like the dirt, stones,
stubborn grass,
then a discarded map,
and honestly, why not?
what previous map could
show us a way
through these unwanted times?
the yellow, the bright yellow-orange
of the snapdragons
is here, is here.