Two roads diverged
within the snow-filled woods–
and I? I chose the one less traveled–
and got stuck.

"This," I said aloud,
"is your fault, Robert Frost,
and I curse you and your poem."

Fortunately, I carry a collapsible snow shovel
in the trunk of my car,
and after an hour of labor,
maneuvered back onto
the road more traveled,
which brought me safely home.

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.