Small Triangles

Small triangles, inescapable shapes of strength

Signs of unity, shapes of length

Places and locations, designed with lanes

Shaped by the past, shaped by the pain

Mapped by desire, Magellan of the soul

Mapping out a future, checking camera roll

Speeding past the last New Hampshire toll near midnight

Slow down for lakeside strolls under cover of moonlight

Assistance shown, assistance needed

Assistance found, assistance cheated

Blisters now, blisters bleeding

Down my arm, pointing south to lead it

So set sail, for small triangles

Months gone by, left me lying mangled

Losing voices, slightly jaded

On and on, til dying faded.

Michael Carney