In the land of Mapquests and printed directions instead of cellphone speak,
I spilled coffee in the middle of Arkansawyer directions.
The large brown stain and running ink made me guess and navigate by feelings.
Should I take this exit or the one further down the Interstate.
Stones flung from my wheels are little rocks.
Little Rock, a large coffee stain, and me.
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