Ice land Orange and yellow Crossed black and white Paper birds made of flesh and bone Hollow and impossible Will spend life above turmoil With a sun that never says goodnight Ash and lava and basalt Rivers of rock flowing to the sea Pyroclastic Can you feel me lurking below My fire and life growing to threshold Flesh and bone crushed against the earth I am desperate for the sunlight now -rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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