Prose & Con(verse)

after the rain

do you see the bow?

or do you track mud,

wherever you go. . .

 

–in steps you don’t measure

–in boots made for walking

in lines,

but not loops,

that don’t lead to treasure?

 

& after the trials

are eyes open wider?

or do you walk gauntlet,

always the fighter. . .

 

–instincts you don’t curb

–in acts that prolong

in loops,

and in lines,

the thing that disturbs?

 

& after the strut

do you wait in wings?

of stage that is silent,

or hear angels sing. . .

 

–in tones that are gleaming

–where sound & light merge

in loops,

but not lines,

of lyrics redeeming?

 

since after the reign

& after all glory

a new page begins,

–and so does your story…

 

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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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