if butter can’t fly. . .

if Witches mis∙spell

and Muses

don’t write. . .

if curtains can’t draw

would darkness alight?

if hearts fail to sing,

would eyes

skip their dance. . .

would lyrical voices

be silenced by chance?

if wind stopped caress

and chatting brooks

muted. . .

would forks in the road

turn to knives as they routed?

if sunnier

outlooks

are closer than skin. . .

then radiance true

← looks out →

→ from within ←

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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