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NEW ATLANTIS by Sally Zakariya Rising water licks the toes of Florida rinses New York’s subway tracks floats fish into the frying pan and boils potatoes while it’s there We live on mountains if we’re lucky otherwise on boats we all learn to swim We redraw the maps as oceans overlap their shores everywhere is hot and wet our sweat salts the sea That’s where the old ones came from after all— time comes we’ll all sink back into the womb of waves
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