In blood-stippled dust

more read than rust

a crumpled cape lay
. . .

–cloven hoof prints

and steel-soled boots


(in line)

–abandoning arena

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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