Plan to meet a friend
at 2.
Get caught up
last minute.
Finally make it off the terrace.
A little unsteady.
I look at the map
It snarls at me.
More guile and agility
than I like to see
in a twee fonted
pastel hue tourist guide.
If convincing myself that
the map wanted a fight
had been my first mistake.
Retaliating was my second.
Turns out
its near impossible
to outwit
a map.
Just as our issues are resolved.
Cold fat drops, of rain.
Map screwed into a wet pulp ball.
I bundle myself into the nearest cafe.
Giving It All That... 