At the blind turn, I pressed the horn,
Not knowing what might be around the curve.
Slowing to a crawl, I inched into dangerous possibilities.
No need for concern, the way was empty.
At the blind turn, I wondered if this were the best way forward.
Sometimes it’s better not to know.
But sometimes it’s better to divert.
Anybody’s guess.
At the blind turn, I held my breath,
Not knowing what might be around the curve.
Slowing to a stop, I put the car into reverse and drove
Backwards away from the turn, unsettled.
At the blind turn, I saw it would not have been wise to go forward.
Swiftly, the other car passed me.
This time, I’d been right to divert.
Lucky guess.
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