1933
Whole countries hover, oblivious on the edge
of history and in Cleveland the lake
already is dying. None of this matters
to my mother at seven, awakened from sleep
-Lynda Hull
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1933
Whole countries hover, oblivious on the edge
of history and in Cleveland the lake
already is dying. None of this matters
to my mother at seven, awakened from sleep
-Lynda Hull
Posted in hull, lynda, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer, writing on 07/17/2007| Leave a Comment »