what see i
Looking
at
my
love
Tom Stone
(A poem through the eyes of a volcanologist) It's an oozy doozy of bubbhng blobs Anxiously waiting with gooey globs. Perilous, menacing,
and downright unsafe.
Restlessly rising and threatening our space.
Eagerly brooding, and lurking
Rumbling and grumbling;
in the back.
a giant smokestack.
Tephra and ashes, awaken with a boom! Intrusive gases
spew
into the
Franticly fleeing from fiery
room!
fumes
While wildly watching what
it
subsumes.
Endlessly emerging from the hazardous
Spewing and seeping;
it's
hill
time for the adventurous
5 6 southern
thrill!
adventist unK/ersHy legacy