Fifth Day
God knows what lives
            in Heaven’s Mirror Creek
  brown with silt and duck dirt
but fish still propel themselves
            up out of it for
   mayflies        gnats
a provocation
And the green heron
            found only here
fishes with its long
   long beak in the still
   air         still brown creek
While several states away
   a slow   slow   storm
reenacts the Flood
   and fish find themselves
on streets     birds stunned
in nests of omelette shoppe detritus
the beginning               the fifth day
      (loving?   hungry?   provoked?)
pulls the end back inside itself.
Sherry Robbins, 2020

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