Friday, April 03, 2015

45. like Friday

Now it’s wide open
but revealing nothing.
The path leads in
like Good Friday’s cross
but there is no destination
no tree-lined avenue
to the future,
no welcome mat.

In the shade
there is the suggestion
of more,
but no more than that.
To eyes that have seen
more of everything,
more of nothing
doesn’t seem right.

The possibility
of a change in direction
requires a step
over the threshold
of today
leaving footprints
of yesterday
for others to follow.

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