prose of charron

sown and seed

is planned

for days that May

no Song of Solemn


in vining verb ballet

just rows that grow

toward sun—below

tundra and decay


an idyll—no

demands play

within unbounded lines

defining best

not moral


the verdant and divine

but metric feet

of grapes so sweet

–sweeter still than wine.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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