making the world flat, mile marker 78

Sign says 90 degrees longitude,
¼ way west around the world.

Accustomed to mile markers
that tell me nothing but how far
I am from one border or another,

I want to say that depends –
as so much does — on
where your journey began

and ask why
on earth
a roadside sign

on an Eisenhower Interstate
on the western edge of Illinois

would assume that every
journey of every passerby
started in South London.

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