In Garden Green

Sit still
Listen hard
Ah there,
and yes, there
Can you not hear a shy
Tinkle of laughter
of fairies
Under that leaf?
Road Fork

There was a fork in the road
I picked it up
It was bent

I guess this means
I've picked the road most traveled
The road where things get tossed
The road where silverware rains down
Or . . .
The road where flats occur
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