what if Starshine
had not closed her eyes
and willed the filament
of possibility
had not chosen
Marianne and yes
but, instead, chose no
and the stillness
of uncertainty,
full of alone,
herself, spinning
back into the prison
of her memories
before Ralph braved
the blizzard
of his soul and sought
her out to bring her
into his solitary searching,
which she dedicated
followed as part of him
and in that stead she found
a space, a could be
possibility
what then? what kind of
possibility?
conjure...or con...
the same
she fought the world
and swallowed hard.
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