A fork in the road
signed right
for Turning Point
Church.
But my bus went
the other way.
Writer’s Note: The sign exists and so does the church, presumably, although it’s not the one in the photo.
Tag: choices
Worry
A night of tossing, turning
Over the pea beneath the mattress
Over choices which don’t fit quite right
Brings dark circles
And a dawn slept through
RED GLADIOLA 