Four options sprawl before my eyes, one choice
to make – one path to take, three to forsake.
The first is sit, to simply sit: rejoice
in nothing, stare at dirt and dogs and break
up time with sleep. The second is to use,
abuse each branch or beast within my reach.
The third is wave the world away, to lose
all will to play a part – a walking breach.
The fourth, an option that I try my best
to leave as nothing but a selfish spree:
to chase, to hunt, to take, to grab, to wrest
the fight or flight that’s thought reality.
Somewhere between the city and the sky,
I try to choose the one that’s least a lie.
Luigi Coppola teaches and writes in London, England. Poems have/will appear in: Acumen, Anon, Equinox, Fourteen, The Frogmore Papers, Gold Dust, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Iota, Lighten Up, Magma, The Ofi Press, Orbis, Other Poetry, Pennine Platform, Poetry Digest, The Rialto, THE SHOp, Snakeskin, South, Strange Poetry and Stride Magazine.www.luigicoppolapoetry.blogspot.co.uk
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