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Analyzing Poetry Structure - Instruction - Level F
No Place on the Map
After those first soaring summers,
each time we fly back to our everyday
lives in California, one of my two selves
is left behind: the girl I would be
if we lived on Mami's island
instead of Dad's continent.
On maps, Cuba is crocodile-shaped,
but when I look at a flat paper outline,
I cannot see the beautiful farm
on the crocodile's belly.
I can't find the palm trees,
or bright coral beaches
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Fill in the blanks to describe the
speaker's situation in the first two
stanzas of "No Place on the Map."
