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The Famed Clipper Is in Flames

Kissing is an experiment

we’ve already tried but

there remains more to learn.

We’re amnesiacs.

We know and forget steadily

like a clock returning its hands

to move in circles across its face.

Once, the river ran red

with dye the factory let go.

Once, an assassin breached

the saffron gates. You appeared

without warning. I was a lamb

in a field, two and a half days.

Soon, a ship would carry us away.

A ship carried me here.

from Little StrangerFind it in the library

Copyright © 2013 Lisa Olstein
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Lisa Olstein Poems

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