I watch the sun
leave us
trace its orange lid
along the planet's rim
in the dusk of its wake
city lights limn
the earth's crust
break like heavy
magma through
thick soil
fire churned far miles
from here
emerge violent
and slow from its
subterranean hold
to scorch the plains
Posting by cameraphone.
Just touched down at O'hare.
2 comments:
beautiful. i *love* it when you share your poetry...
"fire churned far miles
from here"
really, really like that line. just lovely.
thank you, bobcat. that's so generous and kind.
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