At The Taoist Temple

the steps are straight
guided by arrows

the stairs always go down
to the bottom of things

surprising why the man
with white socks and

black sandals got lost still
asking 'where's the way? '

to the parking area
just below the stuffed storks

on a man made
pond.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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