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Creation Myth

Lisa Fishman

As it would seem, to have netted

the pool around the fish knowing that
laugh just now on the hill the cart went by

water or by wheel and all the noise they under
windows sing (the birds) the fish
to sleep—crest
on neck or of the wave, too many
actual to sort through

but he said they
were the last children in America
putting on plays in the backyard

If you could listen, there would be towers
of owls over water
then chronology
fins through

I meant to ask
did you find a place
to accompany me, Narcissa said
I meant to answer

in the hybrid form
and so became

Lisa Fishman

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