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by Alli Martel

I want to be a compass of you,
your every location
a common place
to my pilgrim's touch.

Erupt and replenish me:
your volcano self, fertile ash
that I till into gardens;
the amazon banks of your rivers
from which I pan gold.

This is an understanding,
the north and the south of you:

Beneath the polestar
where I wait, the movement
of auroras to guide me



Author's Note: Written for my dear friends' wedding: October 1, 2011.

Posted on 11/13/2011
Copyright © 2023 Alli Martel

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/13/11 at 04:54 PM

A very fine tribute to the occasion.

Posted by Shannon McEwen on 11/13/11 at 07:10 PM

it's beautiful, your friend will love it.

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