Knock Wood


 
i took steps

to change my life,

real steps
 
 
 
 
–not under

ladders, though—

tried angles without shade…

changing bad habits

one by one

–combining 1 & 3

2 make 4, i

designated Friday

to stew,

and scratched the sauté, i

traded hooker heels for

horse shoes, &

closed Windows

–so rain couldn’t get in—

furling umbrellas, i

dyed kitty hare

blonde,

–pulled rabbit feet

like petals–

salted anything behind me, and to the left, i also

trashed pepper, so’s not to sneeze…

collecting pennies from wishing wells, i

saved ‘em heads up

glued wishbones back together,

i weighted my end–

looking in glass

to check work, as

id

scuttled

all reflection.

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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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