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Girls at Midnight

Lisa Fishman

A girl is running up a sanddune,

down the other side

into a lake

There are? clouds over the moon,

a cloudy night (for it is night)


A girl had lost her house

in Minnesota

when a tornado levelled a town

There was nothing to sew in the thriftshop

turned on its corner like a washing machine

went for a ride


                                      and the sand under the girl's feet as she runs

                                      California is a lovely name

                                      she thought, thinking of quietly

                                      shined up moon

Lisa Fishman

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