I want to write an
honest sentence about the photo of an empty chair to the
other side of a dark wooden table. The viewer sees a bowl of cereal
and a spoon, its handle set to the right of an avocado green
bowl, thick white mug of black coffee (half full) between bowl,
place mat of mixed colors, and empty chair. Beside the place
setting opposite a mussed up cloth napkin. Windows behind the empty chair are blank in early light, a barely visible tree trunk more
resembling falling tears than bark. Bryant picked up a thread of Pele's hair from a bed
of moss, placed it on his palm beneath his ring. Ring dwarfs hair.
One end of the thread is bright silver, the other a tear above a tail
of curling black ash. It resembles a tiny hockey stick. His bicycle
tires kick up volcanic grit, and the air smells of sulfur. He turned
on a video of fissure 20 just as the bed started to shake. Arrived at
Volcano golf course when the first explosion happened. His photo
comes after the second boom, gray cloud trailing steam. The sky is otherwise blue and clear. Puna's coastal road was closed last night. Lava has reached the sea, sending up clouds of
toxic steam. Remember when we walked past the end of Chain
of Craters road, molten red flowing into deep blue water, and
whales blew columns into air?
--20 May 2018
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