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I’ve met two roads
in woods and fields
and concrete paths diverging
A choice of two,
obscured by fog
may end in night submerging
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One might be a stony way
slippery leaves a peril
or a flatter, smooth sashay
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Frost ignored,
it’s taken decades
to ponder forks that challenge
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With calm regard,
admit that easy roads
can disappoint or damage
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Learn the thinly marked
with roots and rubble
are usually worth the trouble
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Listen.
When the scalp prickles.
When the child speaks.
When the gut tightens.
Listen to the heart’s whisper.
Listen.
To the hiss, the words, the warning,
Of the wrong step, person, choice.
When the lonely days make you desperate,
When you long for a caress,
When the body shouts loud,
Listen to the heart’s whisper.
Listen.
It’s so easy to get caught,
Trapped by legal fishnets,
By a house, by a promise.
Listen to that whisper,
the soft, the soul,
the voice that knows.
And follow.
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Tangled Magic 