[from Muddy Prints, Water Shine]
Kilauea
Fresh lava creeps, wrinkling
through rockpiles and hapu fern,
past purple backs of hands,
tree frogs smaller than thumbs.
Long nights are fractured
with screaming.
Behind the healer's house
a yellow schoolbus, weed-festooned,
bumpered to a tanker-truck.
Pink plumes of cane drop seed
on stainless steel. She places
her hands on flesh's clamor —
one touch erases,
another creates.
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