Nous Danson sur un Volcan by Edward Harsen

Early summer night,
the sky lit with a sundown
so far west it’s nearly north.

Somewhere in the yard
the darkening wet cracks
in heat lightening.

You & I have harried
each other all day –
see how far we bend,
which way we won’t,

our chests’ bass serenade
becomes a bone-marrow beat
we learn slowly
but jump to, fast entranced.

We seem so ignorant
dancing on a volcano,
completely alive
and so nearly dead.

©Edward Harsen 2012

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