I’m marking time as castaway




since bottle washed up on the sand

corked ship,

and nothing more.


on 2nd day

* another bobbed *

twixt waves of bilious green…

& netting this,

(with kelp lattice)

found layered sand in scenes.


a bottle 3rd

was dropped by birds

swarming à la Hitchcock…

just half-exciting,

as the lightning,

that pitched bottle stopped.


So, if you’re ever castaway,

and need a lift

to shore…

grasp a passing–

–Mescal flask

and ask the worm for oar.

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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