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The Line Is Drawn

By Rosemarie Bingham

The line is drawn.
The division is sure.
The divergence is marked.

Hope, that sad shadow, glances,
for a moment,
at the tiny green leaves
on the tiny green bushes
that grow on the sides of the path
on which the line is drawn.

In the distance,
a rumbling sound.
a charging through fog and dust.
I see ... yes ... I see ....
It comes.
Yes,      Judgment.

The fools ... the greedy fools ...
Did they not know?
The line is drawn.

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