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Myths

Danielle Pieratti


The sun: definitely a woman


has a hand in it.


A bee: backwards spear


of warrior, borne backwards.


Goodbye ocean: asleep at your lathe on the back


of the world.


Goodbye leaf: footman hushed and


nearing the center.


Lightning: we ​told​. Thunder, too. (And when


the snow came,


we praised the world’s pretending.)


Forgotten: return of summer-dry grass,


earth’s brow bleached


of color, the poison- ous white.


Birds in flight: a promise of possible.


Fish their gills, too.


At last, the moon


in her phases: lady undoing


her gown to please us.

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