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Missed Connections in Charleston

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I left the village for a journey,
to scout the land for others,
to find all the riches in which man has lost his sense of value,
the value we still know.
I am ready to return,
I have a bounty,
wealth not measured in gold.
I have loved you every day.
My compass points in your direction.
Will you still be mine when I return?

Her Two Cents

Some missed connections include a photo or image (you can leave the “What of?” to your imagination). This particular poem was posted with the shown line drawing illustration of an old water wheel and mill. I wonder if this image is reminiscent of the village our poet is looking to return to. I wonder if the person they are writing for is still there to receive the words…