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Poetry  – 

Two Gifts of Mushrooms in Two Sacks

Lee Upton

I didn’t trust the ones
smuggled for us
purportedly
from the forests of Europe,
weathered, desiccated flesh,
and in what soil exactly
had these grown
and who plucked them . . .


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