7/18/17 (I was 72)
On the forested trail of a
moonless night
cautiously ushered by dim
flashlight
to emerge under the
overwhelming dome of stars
on the open precipice of
Halemaumau crater
where fuming pillars of
volcanic smoke
rise a thousand feet in
fiery spectral colors
and shapes to illustrate
any imagined epic
Down deep in the firepit
caldera
demon monkeys leap over
bubbling lava
and a distant hiss is part
of the silence
The spirits of many writers
here in the past
still sizzle and their
accounts spiral again
Though he may not have
thought it
it may be Ferlinghetti’s
rebirth of wonder
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