Jo Mykle Hofseth Poet Free verse

A Road To Choose

I went for a morning stroll
I had a decision to make
A road to choose
I knew where I was heading
French bread and rosin bun
I took the high road first
I went the low road home
Road choice still waiting
It wasn’t a serious choice to make
I had paid my dues; gone to school
Chosen my profession; still mine
It was not the kind of roads choice
Where you can see; Route 66 ahead
Wooing; answer lightning you up
Road choice still waiting
Sun shining; brown thighs jogging by 
Weeds drowning in mother nature
Smile met by another smile
The sun warmed me
The wind cooled me
Road choice still waiting
Egg and beacon; or:
Scrambled eggs and cured meat
Shrimp on toast; or:
Scrambled eggs and smoked salmon
Road choice still waiting
The morning; before Sunday
Hungry

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