that way

directions taken,
right, not left;
or the reverse:
where we end up,
product of a choice;
how perverse
that even as we are never
sure which way to go
we are blind to what
we know, or should,
and what escapes us,
what could save the day,
we only learn when
tomorrow's shadows
morph into yesterday;
we replace foresight
with hindsight,
and in between,
our devils all play.

May 28, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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