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GPS and I Have A Covert Relationship

GPS and I have a covert relationship. She is my operative, I am her mission.
She seeks to get me places I am supposed to be, and she often does a great job.
At these times I am her minion, happily following her, 
but forgetting to praise her.

Other times the mission should have been aborted in the middle, 
but she does not know it yet.
She leads me into the middle of wheat fields, 
or under graffiti-laden bridges, in outskirts of nowhere.
One time my operative led me to the edge of a tall cliff, 
staring out into sea, six hundred feet down.

Was I teetering on the brink of a disastrous fall? 
No, but it was still horrible, and it could have happened.
While my GPS cheerfully sang “You have reached your destination.”

Do you suppose she meant my FINAL destination?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 1/31/2019 10:41:00 PM
I hope you can swim...I have a sneaking suspicion that GPS's have their own mind and that they love terrifying us humans.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 2/1/2019 5:44:00 AM
Mine is very stuck up, prissy, haughty and I love her bossiness. She is the boss of me until I switch her off, winning.
Date: 1/29/2019 6:31:00 PM
Ahahahahaha!! Great write and LOVE the ending! ;D
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/29/2019 8:47:00 PM
I have twice been led by GPS to remote locations where I have expected her to get out her knife.
Date: 1/27/2019 11:34:00 AM
Loved they way you handled this subject which I suppose few think about. Great imagery too.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/27/2019 1:32:00 PM
Thank you Victor. I do suppose you know you are number one in best new poets, and yet, it seems like you are better than new really.
Date: 1/26/2019 5:46:00 PM
This is brilliant Caren, it happens many times a day on my "Dead End" alone.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/26/2019 5:52:00 PM
It happens to me so often and so quickly, I am truthfully in a much more bad mood than I reflected in this poem - trying to be nice as it is Saturday and people are enjoying their day and all. We live in the country, and it says "You have reached your destination" in the middle of a field half way down our fence line before the driveway.