Two Roads

Apologies to Robert Frost.

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--”

I took one look at the impenetrable obscurities

That the distance concealed,

And another at the unanswering stones,

That consented mutely to mark the way, if not lead;

At the bending flowers whose faces I could not read;

And heard the equivocal vocalizations

Of ambiguously colored birds, and I--

I walked from the path to sit beneath a nearby tree,

And began to wait.