Off the Leash

in a field pocked

& rife with weeds

a woman without flower

watches

–floating filaments

considers

–dandelions before name

Turning, she

recalls

those golden wishes living,

as hope wafts by

–like death

her

Dali dream

–reforms

. . .

melting,

morphing

it

reforms

. . .

–swinging

stems & leaves.

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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