I thought I knew where I was going,

and I thought that I was wise,

but the trail led past

the edge of a precipice

and I feared to follow

so I sat down here

to be safe.

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This was inspired by Chalkboard one-line poem prompt for April 3rd, 2019. It is too long to submit there, but I decided to publish and give credit to Kathy Jacobs and the Chalkboard team.

Dana Sanford

Poet. Philosopher. A sense of Humor. 60 years ago I rode the winds at the top of a tall cottonwood. Buy me a coffee @ https://ko-fi.com/danasanford

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