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THIS ROPE you hold in tension at arm’s length, swing like a lover, hoping he returns, captured round your arms, your palm curled around a hand, not alone, anymore, you have now, a post to steady by, to tie up to, a stern-faced overseer, the two of you, tied by thick strand to bring you home, a kind of tango of wrap and friction swings the stern back close in toward the dock this rope, whipped at the ends to keep from fraying, to stay worry, this flower, bloomed open as blue as sky. - CARLA SCHWARTZ 

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Lost River Summer 2018  

Issue 4 of Lost River literary magazine. This edition features poetry by Robert Beverage, Clint Brewer, Joan Colby, Robert Crisp, Tom C. Hun...

Lost River Summer 2018  

Issue 4 of Lost River literary magazine. This edition features poetry by Robert Beverage, Clint Brewer, Joan Colby, Robert Crisp, Tom C. Hun...

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