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ISLAND INK
A JOURNAL OF LITERATURE & ART
UNIVERSITY OF SOUTHERN MAINE
summit
kq foster
for each star
i gaze at from the top
of this summit
chat i climbed with lost feet,
i think of what makes me feel at peace--
what plays the strings of my sighs;
it's knowing,
resting, in the fact
chat all chat's expected of me
in this moment
is to breathe;
and the rest,
is simply what burns the stars;
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