Boulevard
The boulevard of life we travel,
is fraught with intersections, countless.
Many we pass by, hesitating not.
Some call out, beckon for attention.
To these we pause, detour and explore.
From such quests our lives enriched,
we prosper, far beyond compare.
04Mar08
poem by Kurt Hearth
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