All morning long I spent
Tracking down a word
That set a steady pace through
Stacks of books and notes
Now scattered around the room
Only to find what it means
In the present tense defies
What it meant in the past
Along the way I visited the coast
Distracted as only the ocean can
By its pictures of endless drift
Where I came upon the story
Of a glass boat far out at sea
Carrying my word to me
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