As Permits

I thought

in roes.

Un-red,

&

un-said,

I thought

in molecular bubbles amassing within.

Un-scene,

&

un-herd,

–belief making the Way–

I found fish tales aground.

(nascent tales)

About

/——–/

so big,

/——–/

and that wide

and

tentative in my waders

at private pool

–that everyone & no one knows about–

I threw back the big ones

. . .

so I was able to see

the schools.

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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