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Volcano
Magma brings nothing to the surface but
itself, for all becomes molten. Can what
used to be soil or leaf be teased out, as in amber? A fly remains insect if
petrified in Mexico or Baltic.
If we could walk now to that stand of white
pine, we would see sap dripping, all manner of inhabitants and products of the
forest dead and clinging to it tighter
than to a magnet none of us under
stands. I see you in yellow as the cone
begins to form, staying as deep rumbles
push it toward the sky. So amber becomes iron, traces disappearing. After
the heat and the ash, the explosion which overcomes the blue for a time with clouds
and turns the earth grey, when people return
to discover what survived, they find gems.
sandra kolankieWicz
