One Potato Two
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Laurence Overmire
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Two fists
Presented in front of me by some
Child-like, mercurial god
One held fortune, the other happiness
Inside the one, a great career
Fame and wealth in its dramatic promise
With a classic moonlight ending
Splendid, but tragic glory on a
Yearning field of sorrow
In the other, a humble road
Traveled less, and none too
Frequently
With no material gain to
Stomach hunger or disquieting need
Yet this, the road of the poet
I chose
Happiness in the doing and
In the being
Little enough to be more than
Plenty.
~ Laurence Overmire
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