Sunday, January 31, 2016

                          Cassandra



                                   
                                                           
                           Cassandra predicts
                             though we know what she tells us
                        won’t long restrain us

                      where roads and paths meet
                              sign posts sometimes point five ways
                           onwards we travel

                                   more choices more roads
                                to all points of the compass
                          never turning back




                copyright © Dick Russell, 2016


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