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So rich the stew
the memory coming back to me
the paddle blade
cut into the water
pulling up lily pads
just beyond the causeway
under the cool of the arch
into the lee of the lake
the still, quiet space
Long tendrils in the murky depth
the eggs of the bullfrogs
the algae layered
the smell of muck coming to the surface
pulled up out of the soup
on that day in August


February 11, 2011 and February 12, 2011
started at the House of Purpose coffeehouse
while listening to James L. Hofford reading a story poem
about his childhood during the Great Depression
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Hillsboro, NH
February 11, 2011


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