Vol 10, Num 4 :: 2011.02.25 — 2011.03.10
A villanelle in homage to Robert Frost
The road before me offers a “Y.”
I stand at the fork, trying to peer, then
Turn, and turn, breathing a sigh.
Possibilities whisper, expectations cry,
here a trackless way, there the path seems certain,
The road before me offers a “Y.”
My breathing grows shallow, desperate to fly
Slow, I say, slow. Allow room for fear, then
Turn, and turn, breathing. A sigh
escapes. Can’t I take both, or must I
divide? Fame or fate? What’s unclear, then
the road before me offers. A"Y"
waits. And waits. The two paths vie
for attention, power, speed. All bets uncertain.
Turn, and turn, breathing a sigh.
There’s time — take wing, soar high.
Paths cross, detour, rejoin, unburden,
The road before me offers a “why,”
Turn. And turn. Breathing. A sigh.
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