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The loss of a sense of direction

by  joanie

Posted: Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Word Count: 65
Summary: A response to Fevvers' "Room exercise" in the Poetry Seminar




It stood, this post

at the meeting of paths
where for decades the traffic had worked cross stitches
beneath its unseeing stare. Ever watchful,
always faithful, never false -
its calm silence
a sure witness
in life or death,
joy or sorrow,
a frequent arbiter
in times of doubt.

Until.
Until one who
owed it much
caused its fall.

Now
enveloped,
faithless,
useless,
it lies.