on reading a passage from Madeleine L’Engle’s journals

there is the moment
when
the medal has been shot
that had been
placed in the V of the trunk
of a tree
out in the country
at the place where they stayed

and how outraged
the narration
turned
toward that phantom crime
become a waking travesty

and
my wondering on reading
if too much were being
made
and in time to wonder
were it enough

because I’m thinking now if each
took to small destruction
in this way
then
there should be a movement
to take domestic and then global interest in
anything that should
remain
whole

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The Crosswicks Journals

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