Choices
by Rhonda Davis
When we see the
rearview reflections
as strangers pass
the other way
life has so many
directions.
On the compass we
had an election
so we won’t go
there today
when we see the
rearview reflections.
Let’s choose the
sweet confections
leading our
tongues to say
life has so many
directions.
I’d rather choose
perfection
because cold
images get in my way
when we see the
rearview reflections.
When you feel the
pain of dejection
and life reaches
out for its pay
when we see the
rearview reflections
life has so many
directions.
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