But What’s Your Dog  Called?


 
unsettled by

echo,

and disoriented

in the darkness,

I tried

echolocation. . .

lobbing stones

like a saint

(or something)

and when

nothing

rebounded

and nothing

ricocheted

I made it

threw

–alive.

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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