Three French Thens
Kathryn Rantala

A lors
The pandering nature of sauce.

Above the flowering urn, sky darkens, heaves and drops. Sprite right, sprite left peer obsessively on a courage of contained bloom.

He may visit in the ballroom. The looks that bring him there; the pretty shod horses. As fast as wind is, it does not change him. Very there.

Then if a certainty of birds arises from the grass and beef cows moo and horsemen have their aces, each by each, then who can fail to see the find-and-aim that places on a just place the unrevealing star