THE SCRATCH
He
scratches paper
with a stick
but no words come
of a language we know
She
sees
the map of a place
she remembers
from a long time ago
When she was seven years old
at her grandmother's house
in the basement
playing
behind the water heater
looking
Maybe some treasure
someone forgot about
Now
A woman
A treasure
An artist
A key
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