but still there remains an unmeasureable uncertainty
we have feared this since the Big Bang at least:
that we are maidens, left in the forest alone
throught some woodsman's half-hearted kindness
and the soft bloodshed of deer. we fear
the castle is lost in the greater mercy of trees
we do not know now and maybe never will
if we ever come home, if the ending will be glad
the frog prince jumping back down into the well
after the golden ball of the sun
copyright Vicka Rael Corey, 1988-1995
copyright Vicka Rael Corey
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