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Creation MythLisa FishmanAs 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 bodies 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 Read Bio Author Discusses Poems |
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