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

witness.

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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.

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There will be rest

for weary watchers.  Footsteps

will

slow, slow, and stop,

and clean,

white,

emptiness

will settle in place.

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