This is a place of parting or choice, Two words that together require decision. One half is your emotion when raising your voice; The other, too oft the site of collision. Combined, there is ill room for indecision!

A sea on sirocco, At sea, ships that fly, Not just of your mind, Plain to see in the sky

A ring, relatively small in nature, with small green plates littering my innards. Home to leapers, delvers, and more, yet ever tranquil and unmoving, til disturbed by man or nature.

I'm a place to do transactions, I'm what a plane turning does. I'm next to a river, and winners at a casino make me. What am I?

Where pavement meets the edge, I stand, A boundary line in concrete's hand. Stopping wheels and feet alike, I brace the road with steadfast might.