Isle Move

crowded by trees,

and confounded by forest,

the move to the marsh

was equally dismaying. . .

swamped by swamps

it was the same mangrove all over

again

–rendering a jump to island

the only logical relocation—

so what if

eyes-closed

thumbtack

pinned

a spinning blue

instead

of green. . .

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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