Walt Disney World on my iPhone

The park map used to be shoved in a back pocket,

slick flap of wrong folding I'd surrendered to.


Something to fight over with little brother

since he'd left his on the train. It was shade for the stroller,


a wrinkled souvenir. But now my phone holds

these little rides that always start on time,


and when it sleeps I trace my finger trails:

here's where I was, over there's where I want to be.

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Midwest USA

©2019 by Carol Everett Adams