The Twisting Path
The path between myself and the distant man
00twists and turns.
We are converging. He has my hat and clothes,
my exactly semblance.
The figure is waving, in greeting,
or is it a warning?
Later I began to wonder
which of us made it home?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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