In front of the small cafe
He sits at a curbside table
Overlooking Victoria Harbour.
He stares into the cup before him
As a scryer seeking answers
In the inky black coffee
It was an opportunity so rare,
Too good to let pass,
Now thirty years into history.
Growing, nay grown old
So far from his Ohio home
Now as foreign as this place once was.
Trapped by success,
Dreading the shortening of time,
With future neither here nor there.
An excerpt from “A Mixed Bag” by Rick Fontes.
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rixlibris 
Hmm Rick, should I go stare into the cup before me. This hits home with me. I’ve migrated up and down in the past 16 years that sometimes I wonder how I haven’t grown confused 😉
Thanks for your kind words. John Greenleaf Whittier wrote (Maude Muller) “For all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these,’it might have been’.” We can never know where the road not taken would have taken us, nor can we avoid wondering about it.
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