there was only one road ahead--
there were no choices to be made,
just a solitary road to follow,
alone.
There is little to do but imagine
the Lyrid meteor shower
promised to peak tonight
behind a mask of clouds,
unless you consider the woods
filled with the common salmonberry,
Rubus spectabilis, in bright magenta
bloom, offering countless sprays
of its own shooting stars.
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