When the Sun was New
Morgan Harlow
I dreamed the world was a zoo and you were the turtle of it,
lifting your child turtle up to see the cat still looking the other way.
When the sun was new, snow fell in summer. I lifted my children up
to look at you. We saw your child turtle, standing on the back of
another turtle in order to see the cat still looking the other way.
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Morgan Harlow is the author of Midwest Ritual Burning (Eyewear Publishing, 2012). Her poems, fiction and other writing have appeared in Blackbox Manifold, Tusculum Review, Washington Square, The Moth, Spiral Orb Two and elsewhere.