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.

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A new chapbook of poems: Lost Souls Run