7 pm Diamond Head

by aaron on January 9, 2011

Today I ran the circumference of a deceased volcano.
Weeds grew.   Stones crumbled at my feet.  The wind
raced the rim and
tumbled over with a sigh.

Once this was a great pillar, a hurricane
of ash.  Anvil of heat, destroyer of sky.
Now it crouches like a sphinx
with no nose and one eye.
Empty of riddles.

I pick up my pace as I run past.  I do not
stop to ask questions.  I know what it means
to have forgotten fire.

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