Two Roads Diverged
Two roads diverged in a darkened wood
and sorry I could not travel both
with any certainty. Long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it stopped in the undergrowth
abruptly, violently, a wall of tangled roots. I licked my lips
and turned my dripping head-housed eyes
to the east, where a wan morning light
was glimmering under the steel lid of cloud.
Was this an option, a road, this sky
that drew my eye upward? Not now
but later - soon - so plunged into the dark
where no path went. So dug a hole downward
like a mole, a rodent, frantic for hibernation,
frantic to find the dead loved one, entombed,
so made a sign, writ with my own jittery hand
"Abandon all hope ye who would find
a hope. Forsake your life, ye who would find it"
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