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Poetry  – 

In The Rachel Carson Wildlife Refuge, Thinking of Rachel Carson

The elements raveling and unraveling:
ground water misting into rain, falling

back into ground water; salt water wash
through brackish fresh water bordering

sea; we two wandering in late March
along the upland, among evergreens

and bare deciduous and bushes held fast
by the last of the snow, the rush and bubble….