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deciding
by Charlie Morgantwo crickets outside my door, were early; April is a month away,
already there's friction about which one plays first leg; maybe
that's why they're outside my door; want me to decide. i do.
i decide all decisions are not mine, so. back to you crickets.
i realized i was a sandwich;
between two worlds, i exist.
after that i sat to ponder, am i
being eaten, or drying out?
this spring day, with its dainty winds,
tucks the winter away in light gusts.
sprinkles make the world look shiny-new.
crickets & i had agreed; a meeting would be
just the place to meet, and agree.
so, half went back to yesterday, and
the other half went ahead to tomorrow.
and i made no more decisions that day. 03/08/2010 Posted on 03/08/2010
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/08/10 at 05:58 PM I often refer to myself as a "sandwhich". Decisions are hard to make. I love those spring/summer days when it's quuiet outside and all you can hear are the sound of crickets. Great write, as per usual. You descibed my life. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/09/10 at 02:05 PM Love that opening stanza. There's so much great stuff going on here. |
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