Maybe her Ace


 
If I can

chagrin

at myself…
 
 

If I can

under

stand tall

–at’all…

If I can

shake hands

off

Sturm

und

Drang…

I can wake

dead to right

‘us,

I can

ghost right

the most harmonious verse,

I can

last rite

of passage

–without end.

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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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