of crossroads
is in the choice
they lay for you:
The prospect
of weighing
four directions
instead of
only two.
If back
is tucked
in shadow,
if forward
is getting old,
right
or left
may come to
be your
endless-summer
road.
2 comments:
The rhyme works for me; this could be turned into a song. Strike a beat on the acoustic guitar. (grin)
Cheers.
Thank you! This is certainly not my usual style. I have been reading Kay Ryan, so I guess her influence is unavoidable.
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