Unwinding Daylight
A goose gray day,
I might have places to go
but know not the way.
The dice are under the cup
the runes are blind.
The hours will unravel,
I will follow the instructions
of a voice in my car
look for lost paths
and roads not yet found.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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