Huts-pah

November 1, 2016 by Charron's Chatter Comments Off on Huts-pah

Ruts are like rust.

no buts, they’re a bust.

familiar, but still yer

–what remains what’s

–squandered unknown…

so wander alone…

since guts call for gusts

or still winds unflown.

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