Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Dimensional Frost

Dimensional Frost
Robert Frost, calls to us 
from another dimension. 

He is writing a poem about 

a road he took that didn’t 

make any difference at all. 


Robert Frost, calls to us 

from another dimension. 

Do what you want, he says.


…

© DLWhite

Poem 4.30.24

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