where the road forks
my feet went left
yours right
decades past
miles seas continents apart
lost to each other
now found again
where the roads meet
in space
where the road forks
my feet went left
yours right
decades past
miles seas continents apart
lost to each other
now found again
where the roads meet
in space
We're all on a road to somewhere.
My poetry is my religion.
poetry by Robert Ford
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Natalia's space
“…Meet in space.” Difficult line. I think the one addressed is dead. Where do all roads eventually lead?
Perhaps subtly replied. The short lines make it more immediate to my reading.
Well I could have written virtual space but decided against it. I like the ambiguity of just “space”.