Crossroads: A Poem

Decisions, and/or

lingering spirits lodged

in movement.

Pain and misunderstandings

born in different ages,

buried markerless,

wait for closure,

for finality,

for someone new

to bear



Energy travels

both ways, four ways, in stressed lines—

sounds increase, then fade:

this is a four-way stop, but

many slide through the red,

barely slowing.


There will be rest

for weary watchers.  Footsteps


slow, slow, and stop,

and clean,



will settle in place.

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