I live along an unnamed tributary.
From the small falls formed
after tunneling the road
it’s a few hundred yards
north-northwest
to reach Hankins Creek.
Another seven miles
south-southwest
to the Delaware, then,
a little over three hundred more
south to Cape May Point.
I want to call it
Lost Souls Run.
The neighbors aren’t impressed.
A new chapbook of poems: Lost Souls Run
