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Adventures in Literary Esoterica #1107922 added February 10, 2026 at 8:47pm
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Robert Frost Reframed
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, as the famous poem goes. But it never talks about the quality of the path, only the frequency of travel down it. Maybe the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason. Maybe that's because it's a dark path, full of risk and danger.
down a crooked path
the road to ruin awaits
always poised to strike
Word Count: 65
Form: Haibun
Prompt: Crooked landing, crooked landlord, narrow laneway filled with crooks. This is where we used to live. (Barenaked Ladies) + The space between what is said and what is meant.
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