Thursday, 29 September 2011

Streets Have Changed that Seemed

[NOTE: Again, this is another poem commissioned for the Zion centenary.]

concrete before, reaching out in new
directions, beneath feet that have travelled
far, opening opportunities, forking,
where the choice was once black or white,
ahead or back, right or left. Now
we move upwards, down, across,
tread inconstant circles. The change
came slowly, inevitably, and the old
ways are hidden in a maze of possibilities.

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