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Poetry  – 

Still Life with Paper Wasp Nest and Lava Flow

Sandra Meek 

Paper chalice a wasp worries to the heart
                of the patio junk-sculpture dog’s
       metal pipe torso: Thurston’s lava tube
in miniature, refuge the long night
                against which children are issued
       soft caps, weak flashlights embedded
Cyclopsian at the third eye, hands free for
                the inevitable stumbling. . . .

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