I didn't want to slip
blistered
into red-orange streams
to push swell
and forge ahead
and back
across and over
this ancient lava beauty
twisted and gnarled
as the thing
clasped in my hand
grasped
collapsed and
crushed in cracks
flushed out the other side
to white rock messages
and happy ohilo berries
bursting with life
(2012)
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