The August sun,
The dead-calm lake,
foils both
for decisions I need to make.

The lure of the woods
The sighting of a snake
excuses all
for decisions I need to make

The clear blue sky
belies the mistakes
that must be made right,
no longer can I wait
for decisions I need to make.








Copyright 2003 Joseph W. Gabriele. All rights reserved.
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