I don't question the vagaries of the universe sauvage,
nor my small place within it,
nor do I concern myself to distraction,
with all that could be wrong in the world,
because I know that Lady Possibility
blows kisses all the time. . ..
She raises a hand in her fragranced glove,
and sends off all the best wishes, blatantly,
in steamy wafts,
winsome notion-off-shoots.
They fly everywhere in shimmering drafts,
and, smiling, we catch them. . . ..
©jA Narrin, Wind-in-the-Feather The Spirit Ridge Collection May in Asheville, 2010
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