Indecision

how does she conjure such brimstone as this? building hot fires with her hum and her kiss

driving wits’ end with her circular musing, courting frustration with her method of choosing

one step back, one step right, one step strong, one step light

it’s red then black then black then red, heads and tails and feet of lead

where’ll she’ll end up it’s so hard to know, as long as the winds of whimsy continue to blow

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