We are so used to “seeing” the world as a series of country borders, and then more borders inside those countries, signifying states, provinces, etc.. We all agree that those map lines mean something (or we do until we don't, which normally results in war). Some people challenge themselves to visit every country or state or capitol city, crossing borders. Closer to home, we have borders called walls, property lines, and neighborhoods. Farther from home, we have distinct universes and galaxies.
For this week's writing prompt, think about borders: what they mean, what they try to contain, what happens when they shift. Write a poem (or an essay or piece of fiction, of course--it's up to you!) that examines borders in some way.
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