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Apr 2017
What is this enigma up ahead?
A chasm of clear blue in a mountain of black?
White streamlines fragment the space,
A complex gold seeps around its edges,
Creeping out in tendrils.
A rock-pool amidst a lava-flow.
A beginning, life
Rising from bed and gradually nudging
Its blanket past wriggling toes.

*The rain begins to lighten.
Deanna M Zarrillo
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Deanna M Zarrillo  Stony Brook, NY
(Stony Brook, NY)   
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