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POETRY
Path
There’s never just one
and it’s riddled with forks
lined with signs, overarched
by portents, slings and arrows
flying from the landscape
that surrounds
all the choices that deviate
from what you thought
would be a straight shot are
a poorly scripted challenge
but none so hefty as the
moment you decide
to ignore the warnings
and step off it to make
your own
Day 3 of Poemtober: poems written to the Inktober prompts and typed out on an old typewriter. Thank you, readers!
