the fork

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    the fork

    It comes along,
    I see the dawn.
    A blink, a flash,
    and then it's gone.

    Think I'm doing alright,
    But then it all goes wrong.
    So I step back, take a look,
    See where I belong.

    One side here,
    One side there.
    Choice is mine,
    Onus to bear.

    So many factors,
    Involved within.
    Where to begin,
    Where to begin...

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    mikereinard’s Poems (22)

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