To Robert Frost


She would never know if
The path less traveled
Given less or more

Surely one leads to another
And fellow travelers, like her,
Never would know if their traveled
Road is the one more traveled.

Not do they have time
To ponder which is which. All
Are too enmeshed in nets
Of theirown making.

Good enough that they
With the inner eye see
Other angles in the tangled
Trap, cooling or warming

Colors, or providing
Text to the fibers’ texture;
So that even inside the net
They are out of it.

For these, the chosen ones,
Art is at once
The road and the journey,
The problem and the solution.

And they will not
Stop. They know
They know they will
Have miles and miles to go.


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