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Kneeling at the Edge by Cory Brown

Late February and smoke, mixing with the mist,
lifts from the salt mine across the lake.

Kneeling at the Edge by Cory Brown

Late February and smoke, mixing with the mist,
lifts from the salt mine across the lake.

Three Poems by Cory Brown

Fireflies

Last year’s cattails stand mummy-like

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