The Turning Point
I stood bent over,
weighed down with my thoughts of you
at the misty edge,
at the precipice,
leaning against the guard rail,
with the wind billows
opening my coat
while I decided what next
in the scheme of things,
what I should do now.
August 31, 2010 9:48 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.