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The wooden sign was covered in arrows: red and yellow arrows up and down arrows left and right arrows. We laughed at the non-sense of it; at the ‘go-whichever-way-want’ of it; at the ‘I-don’t-give-a-fuck’ of this confused, confusing, utterly unhelpful little sign. 'Feels like my life,’ you said. We stopped laughing. ‘Mine too,’ I replied. We turned left.
My sister and I genuinely saw this sign on a walk from Newlyn to Mousehole in Cornwall recently – it made us laugh, until it didn’t. We actually turned right, but I didn’t want the last line to be interpreted as a political statement.
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This poem is awesome, accompanied with the photo of the sign, and the exchange with your sister. Sounds like a conversation I would have with my sister except we are at the two axis points of the world apart. But the funny, not funny and political subtext resonates... and made me chuckle. That's a lot for your concise, hit the mark poem. The power of poweful words. When it resonates, it resonates. I'm in (Subscribed, as the button now says).