Eventually…Truffles


I right
until all that’s wrong
disappears
like
towns receding
in rear view mirror
the territory before me
hides history
 
revealing
blue
that’s found in grey
silver
lining mist
green
defying
auto-correct
as breadth
that threatened
–narrows

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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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