our country moving closer to its own truth and dread

[moon_destiny]

"What Kind of Times Are These"
Adrienne Rich

There's a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows.

I've walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don't be fooled
this isn't a Russian

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[moon_destiny]

well, then this poem has done the job for you. :D

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