Saturday, March 15, 2014

Convergent Woods

I’ve split again.
A choice required,
And somewhere,
In a parallel universe,
Everything came out right.
While here,
It looks to be all wrong.

But in that better place,
When two roads diverge,
I often take the wider one.
And the woods aren’t yellow.
They’re black and green
With hints of skybright blue
That glint and blink
And watch me make
Little difference at all.
But, at least I interest them.

-jenn long

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