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The only color visible is HER
red hair illuminated from within
molten magma just below HER surface

she keeps HER lava-blue eyes masked, (mostly)

as she stands; stark-dullest-greyscale backdrop
witnessing countdown, takeoff, and landing
a crow, mercifully un-ensnared, soars

hard to see through occasional ashes

HER rare smile creases unfamiliar cheeks-
(not knowing that she is my happy thought)
rocket fuel that keeps my engine burning

two limbs outstretched to embrace my landing

curse the clock that counts down her eruption
-little winds and parasites that rode us-
surface-to-air-anti-aircraft-missles

rumblings of seismic activity