Doomed to repeat it

 
Bus post! Please forgive the absence of links until I get to a real computer.
Prompt #07: Wrong Hands

How slight a movement,
and then it all can just

disappear.

Watch the shine,
but careful,
a misled path
is difficult
to self-correct.

If not now,
when?
Patterns lie beautiful,
prostrate before us,
too easy to step over
and abandon.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Paul Simon, Late in the Evening