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Swimming in the Air

When fishes swim 

in waters green

behind the cube of glass,

and wake me 

in the middle of dreams

with bubbles, 

speaking gibberish,

I lie there, staring

at tail fins 

sweeping my ceiling 

free of stardust cobwebs.

Then close my eyes 

to puckered up Kissing Fish

cleaning my eyelids of algae.

I worry when my babies 

swim in the air.

Won’t they drown?


Elizabeth Munroz 1974