Two paths diverged in a gleaming field

What a peaceful dreamy night;

only crickets lullabright;

a breezy comfort rustling the Tree;

E. at last returned to me.

Such a perfume from waylaid wayside,

how on god’s green earth to describe it?

Though the reaper had just mown it,

it was alive, like Mother’d re-sewn it.

If I were to say one true statement

to sum up the post-forkΒ feeling, it would be…

that the world finally felt put to rights…

and I relaxed, clairvoyant, seeing it.

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