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Mar 2013
A ghosted idea tugs at my stomach
A drifting ship in a closing fog
A half remembered dream from a restless morning
That rests precariously on the tip of my tongue
And drips
At glacial intervals
Down to the knotted cords at my center
That held the boats at port
Once
Olympia
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Olympia
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   Kyle Kulseth
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