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R a s m a   H a i d r i

Writing for the necessity of joy and the joy of necessity...

A Fish Swims the Moon

The moon rises orange, 

cords of black cloud circling 

her pregnant belly. My daughter 

drew Jupiter this way, she used

thirty-seven shades of red, traced

each ring one atop the other, placed

each yellow moon in orbit. 


The teacher wrote Late! 

at the top of the page. 


Nothing is ever late. 


Not this carillon tolling. 

Not this wind tossing litter. 

Not this Jupiter rising over black water 

where a fish swims the moon 

and we walk without drowning. 

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