Hot Lava

ByRick Ellsmore
Pixabay/doctor-a

White candle

Sitting next

To the fire

Wick alit

Slowly running

Pushing tenderly

Over the rim

Pouring down

Onto the

Stained wood table

Building a

Luxurious reservoir

Lava running wild

Out of the mountain top

Pushing onward

Slowly oozing

Towards the sea

Blindly consuming

Everything in the path

Unaware and focusing

On the present movement

Hitting the wave

Of water

With exploding force

Causing a low hiss

And an awe

Deep from within

Forming new earth

New memories

Building upon

A new future

Rick Ellsmore

3.11.19

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