Wednesday, May 16, 2012

two roads

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
that's ok, that happens to paths sometimes.

Well, all the time really.
Diverge, fold back, retrace another,
run parallel, distant, high and low,
steep, leisurely and rough.

Our paths have crossed,
we walk on together,
I ask "shall we go this way?"
You want to go the other.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
I hope that we may still wave at one another,
as we walk separately
our different ways. 

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