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From Devils Tower in Wyoming to the Black Hills of South Dakota, arriving on the set of the old west Deadwood and tracing the footsteps of Wild Bill and Seth Bullock to await the dawn over the presidential district, we walk the gulch and gawk at fellow gawkers hearkening back to the 1800s and keenly felt in the inner truth of the present madness afflicting these United States and all of us teetering on the edges of our own souls' devils’ towers' pinacles where flowers grow unseen and from where we rappel back down assisted by the frayed ropes of a broken-down democracy, hoping that in the sunrise of love we might find our way past Mount Rushmore and on to Birchbark Books in Minneapolis where stories, poems, and truth reside.
History is always seen clearest through poetry.
This!
teetering on the edges of our
own souls' devils’ towers'
pinacles where flowers
grow unseen