Green Glasses

Sometimes the brick road is not so yellow.

Sometimes it is not even brick, but more

of a muddy morass that impedes forward

progress to that Emerald City of childish

imagination and oh-so foolish expectations.

What if the road circles in on itself like

some weird movie twist that takes some

time to unfold, but then makes us gasp in

surprise at what should have been obvious?

There is that hindsight thing, but it is all

hindsight, is it not?  Time moves in only one 

direction and drags us along behind it in

our touristy clothes and green-tinted glasses.

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