A contemporary poem about the smallest wrong turn, using a concrete image system, a pressured turn and a restrained open ending.
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I take the smallest wrong turn. One lane, one gate, one field after rain. The city disappears behind a hedge. A farmer points me towards the road. I thank him and keep going. Not every mistake wants correction.
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