A Road Less Traveled

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost, 1920

Is it Tuesday again?
cold on my concrete
and this sun on my legs
made no warmth
only remembrance
them kissing
on the bus

like hollywood gone bad
they give killers answers

fall taints the water
blood drops everywhere
leaves

women wear your skirts
scarves
and jewelry

tonight scarecrows ride the bus

grabbing apples
cinnamon cloves
orange peels

bathing lavender
rosemary

and still bones
cold
skin tired
body bruised

rock away the blues
jazz away the greys
and all the wisdom hues
will bring upon the grace

dreaming in fur tonight
sleeping without sin
and tomorrow
creeps in this petty pace
say goodbye
goodbye

and find the strength
to retrace
from
knowing
how way leads on to way
finding in redoubt
going back
to the antiquities of fancies

weary
devastated
and needing
invigoration---

remaining

--- Written October 8th, 2002