the divine web of life flourishes under the soil connecting us all to
the pressure the volcano
feels as it waits
until it cannot contain itself
like a star dying in space
ash giving birth to new life forms
that exist in a strange harmony
in this loud but quiet cosmic orchestra
we were suppose to prune the plum trees at the block this morning but it we cancelled because of extreme winds…
we missed the east side of the adobe cement wall from 1977 falling over into the street.