I lit the night with Pele’s breath—
My limbs danced in her red joy.
The mountain pulsed
and I, a spark in her laughter,
sang into the lava sky.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific


I lit the night with Pele’s breath—
My limbs danced in her red joy.
The mountain pulsed
and I, a spark in her laughter,
sang into the lava sky.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific

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