Under the volcano the moon
twinkles in the blue deep blue
sky in the sea
and we on our backs looking
up into the volcano the moon
silvering my ears a tune notes
fly between us or above the
radio loves profound silence
the curtains the floors two
stories to tell and show
old woman below
eyes us whitely disapproval
knit tight in her buttonhole
frown we laugh drowning
in our own story
(c) 2014, by Hannah Six
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