THE PATH

Well I've made it,
At least as far as
SoUpfest
And from where I stand
I can see
That there is too much
Frost
Within the words
I write
Because I stand
Upon the Path
Least traveled by
Of late.
There is no great
(what is that word
they all use?)
Angst?  Yes.
Within this soul
This heart
This mind
Where the memories
Of Burns dwell.
The leaves
Upon which I write
Are Browning yet
My thoughts are more
Mertonesque
Than grotesque
And you know what?
I like it
That way.

~Michael Bahm~

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