July 18, 2017 (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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