strangers

30: the navigator

here they are now

conquering the world

with only a wooden sword

and a compass

pointing only to north

Author's note: I know I rarely do these tiny little notes filled with me rambling on and on, but this poem marks my 30th poem to this series. And I'm surprised how far I have come. Also, after this series ends, I'll start up a new series called "Places." I'm excited! Have a lovely day!