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Poetry  – 

Bless the Water

Aimee Noel

Bless the water so abundant in my youth,
absent of mercury or algae blooms
or zebra mussels’ future invasion.

Bless my ignorance of the same.

Bless the ways in which this lake
absorbed a community’s abuse.


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