the mystery of the broken finger

i was going to write something
about fires raging
while the world turns to ice
but it has already been said
(better)
by men on clouds, and the like

the words slip away faster when it's cold
tonight i chose
(again)
the road less traveled
less sensible
less obvious
less easy
less direct
and perhaps,
also
not the one
that will cost
the least

a wise and dirty clown said today
there are choices in life,
and sometimes
they pass
right under your nose