“Don’t know why I’m sending this, the mysterious is lovely to us, it seems… Robert Frost.”

One Step Backward Taken

Not only sands and gravels

Were once more on their travels,

But gulping muddy gallons

Great boulders off their balance

Bumped heads together dully

And started down the gully.

Whole capes caked off in slices.

I felt my standpoint shaken

In the universal crisis.

But with one step backward taken

I saved myself from going.

A world torn loose went by me.

Then the rain stopped and the blowing,

And the sun came out to dry me.

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Thanks to Beth, who is a valued commenter on several blogs, a fine fiction writer, and an engaging blogger here: beththeserf