Route 50 Sonnet
Along the road, contemplating last bus missed and golden opportunities--”if only” is empty, listless...
Exhausted thought, plodding along open highway, vision sharpens and it appears clearly, the swollen
sky incapable of containing divine secrets, highway signs gleaned approximate, prom- --ising terminal climb
onward, and for the lack of anything missed for opportunities are illusory in beguiling mist.
Samuel Maurice (c) October, 2019
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