Poem: Flagstones

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Flagstones

Sometimes even the simplest things
seem a puzzlement,
abstract art
that leaves you with a feeling
that something is there
but you are not sure
what.

You are not sure where they lead,
a mysterious path
clearly marked,
easy to follow,
with no destination in sight.

About this poem.

Some days I feel perpetually lost. It’s not always a bad thing. It just is.

The picture was taken in my front yard.

Tom

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