Mellow Love
Wonder if I struggled to recognize
the feeling this time because
it’s so mellow, not a raging flame
that threatens to take me out;
it’s more fluid, a trickle
of barely molten ash that keeps
zigging and zagging along my path,
tracing its way to a steady stream
of flowing water I’ve been waiting
to drink my entire life.
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Yeeesss!!!!!
Congrats on what you’ve found.
Thank you for writing it down for us so eloquently.
Always love a good volcano reference.