The Same. . .Only Different

If I hadn’ta left the beach early. . .

feelin’ like grit

an’ if I’da bypassed Uptown Gym

for more familiar territory. . .

an’ if I didn’ta go


to check on that job I know I won’t take

good busywork in lieu of

an’ if I’da been rigid

­like I said I would be. . .

an’ skipped Gelson’s sriracha wings

–an’ guilty!

Gone on to Vons for sundries,

an’ smokes

I’d hate myself for

only to bump into seXe Dave

or was it vice-revers’a?

an’ chat just exactly

long enough to decide against death

an’ feel attractive again

that Dave knows how to do that


then I never woulda

got home when I did. . .

to discover that terrified bunny baby

soaked from days of storm

a sittin’ duck

on our patio built for killin’

a mouse for cat

just waitin’ta get picked off.

An’ that bon-bon size


was too easy to catch

even fer me

after tossed wheat Chex went ignored

an’ reachin’ into the inadequate cover he’d assumed,

I took the shiverin’ bun∙let to Wildlife Care

inna carrier that’ll take the edge off vet trips, now

–assurin’ him alla way

he’d be warm,

an’ he’d be fed,

an’ he’d be safe,

tellin’ him I knew it didn’t feel like it, now

fer me either


but he was gonna make it out alive



an’ all growed up

. . .

an’ still

so close to home.


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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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