The Map in the Attic
11UNITED STATESPOEM
Clara
8/31/20251 min read
The map showed our town, but several streets were missing.
In their place were drawings: a sleeping giant, a silver forest, and a lake shaped like an eye.
Grandfather said the map belonged to him as a boy.
“Did you visit these places?” I asked.
He folded the map.
“Some of them,” he said.