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The Right Call (Free verse) by Dovina She stood rocking on her feet,
hugging herselfâ
the sad look of someone caged,
caught in childlike regression.
Savage uncertainty.
The horrible possibility.
The possibly wrong call.
Even the right choice
could be the wrong call.
Harsh paternalism advises:
take responsibility,
stop being squeamish,
ignore seeming randomness.
And there she stands,
the ultimate arbiter.
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