Two roads lay in rotting pines,
one going this way, astray,
the other bends back and heads that.
I walked them both, though I,
knew not where I was going —-
I knew just where they’d lead.
The first path had trees hacked,
as I pressed into the night.
The shadows sang a somber tune,
but I just kept listening for a light.
The lonely leaves about my feet,
they soothed me with their sighs.
And when I...
