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Crossroads




Solo and map-less
at an empty crossroads
unfurled in unnamed arms;
both opportunity
and a fist of roads not taken.

A traveler could fret,
doggedly determined
to sort one from the other,
when definition eludes,
determined only with a first step.

Fear not the path,
nor those that will not walk it with you.
Be yet a way-maker,
whose two feet cannot suffer true loneliness,
if only for the having of each other.


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