Direction
I look down
Upon its frosty glass
And wait
For the internals
To settle
Should I
Move northward
Into the heat
And bulldust
Humid air
And all that is
Unfair
Among
The green and black
Do I go west
Beyond the setting sun
To beaches and tracks
To walk
Before
All is said and done
Or do I tread south
Toward a gulf
And burnt out plain
Where people believe
They are more enlightened
But really
There just frightened
Turn back east
And get back into
The fray
Add my shoulder
That rugby crunch
Where old boys
And new chums
Dook it out
There is
A fifth choice
One can
Look within
To find
That
Moral direction
Copyright © Dominic Middleton | Year Posted 2020
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