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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 7


Two stairways converge on pavement;
each offers journey upward.
Toss a coin for left or right,
recite eeny, meeny, miny moe,
close eyes awaiting epiphany
of what feels good.
Wishing someone would descend
to volunteer insight where decision
to trust or do the opposite adds
no aid to direction.

Two stairways converge;
abandoned by haywire
compass spinning
through brain waves
swamping the whole.

Diane Webster__