Poetry Under the Sky
Friday, May 10, 2013
omens
Every day
I am stopped by a sign.
It jumps in front of me,
springs up from under my feet,
stops me short in my tracks.
It points east
and yet,
it does not show me
where I need to go.
5.10.2013
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