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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

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-Lynda Hull

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At Thirty

Whole years I knew only nights: automats
& damp streets, the Lower East Side steep…

-Lynda Hull

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