This is one of my older Disney poems, only published here. I love paper theme park maps! I still use them rather than the ones in the Disney app.
Walt Disney World on my iPhone
A theme park map used to be stuck in a back pocket,
slick flapping of wrong folding I'd surrendered to.
It was something to fight over with my brother,
or sunshade for the baby's stroller,
a wrinkled souvenir. But now my phone holds
these little rides that always start on time.
When it goes dark, I can trace the trails of my finger:
here is where I was, over there's where I want to be.