by Richard Schnap

She debated whether
to become a lawyer
or minister to the poor

While she consumed Kafka
and surrendered to the hands
of arctic hearted men

Her dark poems
were wingless birds
taunted by the sky

As she made her choice
the allure of cold justice
over the rescue of the soul

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