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POEM: It Turns Out Geography Is Malleable

It Turns Out Geography Is Malleable

At the end of my street
there’s a river.
Not all the time,
just when it rains.

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28 April 2023
Charlottesville VA

Published in My poems NaPoWriMo2023 Poetry

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