Frost's Forever Joke

Have you not felt that subtly zany urge That blinding flash of wonder’s pulsing surge Rippling across your tingling hairs that silent shout “go on, nobody cares” Then leapt across the chasm of your doubt Strayed off your path to seek another route Challenging Frost’s inane “Road not Taken” Sat alone and chewed on day old bacon. To questions, this bane of misdirection, A future’s upcoming intersection No road signs just the two divergent paths Bordered by two wanderers taking baths. Therefore, I wait for towel and soft soap And soak myself in Frost’s forever joke. ©7/21/2023