Colin, sorry, but I find this too long, every detail captured, though only a
few are needed to capture mood. Here
On the shore
she makes volcanoes,
smoothes vented cones
and pushes lava to the hissing foam.
He lies
spine into sand
shaped, frowns
on a flat, flickering sea,
the high tissue of cirrus stilled, then says,
unfortunate line breaks
The end is right.
Smiles
Gary
WATCH THIS SPACE FOR AN ANNOUNCEMENT FOR MINDFIRE RENEWED SOON. Poets for
Peace.... ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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