Hi Altitude

You took the

high road

—stranding

in the middle—

 

I passed by

—as I always had—

a startled spirit

and so remixed

 

turning

. . .

a second

too late

—as it always was—

 

to grab for your shadow

there

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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