A Year in Haiku

The Dust on My Boots
Is Grey and Powdery, As
If Rock Turned to Ash

All That Heat and Noise,
Thrown Out Across a Valley
Now Cooled and Stilled

Three Weeks On and Still
Those Boots Show a Memory
Of Mt. St. Helens

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