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In the Realm of Possibility 
Oh, to be back in the township of risk, 
in the village of chance, 
in the state of doubt and uncertainty, 
feeling like you actually belong there, 
where youth and health are 
everyone's business; your vocation: 
assembling imagination and luck. 
You think this time would be different, 
you would seize the opportunity, 
you would take good fortune to heart, 
and not be so dead 
set on leaving, your pockets jingling 
with change, every step you took, 
every decision you made, 
taking you further away 
until you finally arrived 
at what you'd never have guessed 
would be your last destination: 
this country of regret, 
this land of limitation, 
this world of the backward look, 
and you a solid citizen 
of comfort and security, 
with memory, that poor relation, 
your only traveling companion. 
And yet, you shouldn't sell 
anyone short. Poor relations are 
better than none. Who's to say 
she can't be 
your sweetheart, your queen, 
in the kingdom of the ordinary, 
the empire of the mundane? 
It's well within 
the realm of possibility. 
Ron Wallace 
[previously published in Four Corners (2005)] 
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