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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