On one of those bright spring days
When the sun and the breeze
Are at their best allegorical green
Envious to be everything
And four paths open to you
In the woods behind your house
One to a hole in a rock
One to an empty well
One to the thorny blackberry patch
But I've forgotten what
The fourth one takes me to
The one I keep taking
Back to you
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