Plowed Field
looking down
a plowed field
I see endless furrows
that all must lead to somewhere -
over the next hill
or to a road,
or to the sky at least
looking back
on my life's choices
narrow rows of decisions
are closing in on me
leading nowhere
leaving me
with such empty spaces inside
and all around me
no hills
no roads
and worst of all
no sky
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