 | AMAZE |
Melissa Dixon |
| One Strange and Misty Morning... Driftwood sits on the shore like a small tea table, a truncated tree worn silver at sea. Question: What ancient south sea volcano tore it from the warm earth-- ejecting it skywards? Falling... molten lava just misses it, streaming, hissing into abysmal waves below... Becalmed in the night...as the full moon rose above the horizon a single face shone back. Tumbled by tides throughout the countless years, split veins patterned its core like spider webs And now... you're here: long, curly roots trail all around, pale as a mermaid's hair lying across the sand. Tonight? Surge after surge will gently surround you, lifting you up, and at dawn--be long gone.
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Amaze Vol.
3, No. 1 Spring
& Summer 2004 |
