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Premenopausal red-tide death-period arrives while I walk with parents along Chesapeake beaches

Catherine Carter

Welling. Seeping. Dashes to cover
of cattails, reed-fringe, open woods,
grass-grown-over logging roads,
leaving rags and strings of DNA
to sink into silt, dissolve
into decay. . . .


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