Dotted Lines
August 3, 2012
Hot fog sweeps an unruly trail
One that leads nowhere
One that’s hard to follow
Icy clouds drizzle a timeless path
One that is dependable
One that has a purpose
Deep gray skies hover o’er the sea
Pushing it to conform
Pressing it out along its width
A trail, a path, the sea
Unpredictable all three
Each giving of its own way
For us to make a choice.
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