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The Portal

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There’s an anomaly

where the compass fails

in the old woods

near Big Creek. North ain’t north

and south ain’t south. East and west

get flipped on their heads.

I, who never gets lost

got lost here…. where the water runs

backwards, then repeats itself

over and over

like a line in a song.

It’s where the hairs

on your neck get tickled….

where your mouth grows dry

and you hold your breath.

It is the longitude

and latitude of Bigfoot—

my Sasquatch friend.

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From Bigfoot Parchments

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