FINDING RIGHT

A subtle word resembles

a glance of thought, slipping

past like sweet breath of liqueur.

 

Resting back, a Roman blue sky

fills the bowl above, averting the eyes

from gravity, admiring the

wide color.

 

If rumors develop,

they are deposited in a

glass jar of gossip where they

ferment,

unless deadly spoken sins

are drowned in prevailing

truths.

 

Wind within sails strengthens

the direction of the right decision

before the wrong path or lie is

chosen.

 

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