RIVERWOODS POEMS: OUTLOOKS

OUTLOOKS

Not every opening

Is a crevasse

A crack in the ice

An earthquake fissure

Or avalanche launcher.

There are breaks in the clouds

Job opportunities

A sermon’s first words

Clearings in forests

And strokes of good luck.

Whether the gate be

Elysian or Stygian

Depends on whether

The eye looks up

Or keeps to the ground.

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