poetry and prose by stephen chute
Monday, August 4, 2025
there is no straight line
we yield to the sign,
we go
around,
we slow down,
we take another route,
the man
with the flare
waves
us by.
the yellow
lights blink.
the detour deters us.
there is no
straight line forward.
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