cool frost stones
remind me of my choices
we followed each other
through the wood
I chose to follow
and could have gone
my own way,
instead choosing the same
frigid river path
not yet strong enough
to make our own road
through litter of leaves.
JD DeHart
DeHart is a writer and teacher from
Tennessee.
His blog is spinrockreader.blogspot.com
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