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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

2 comments:

  1. Jen PayneFebruary 25, 2011 at 9:17 AM

    how sweet and soft and dreamy this was...thank you!

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  2. Elizabeth MunrozFebruary 26, 2011 at 12:47 AM

    I'm glad you liked it, Jen. Truly, I used to dream fishes were floating in air.

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