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Dancing On The Ring Of
Fire
There was silence
As we stood around
Watching the devastation
From Japan,
Espresso and coffee in hand,
Quietly realizing that we lived
Dancing on the ring of fire,
Amidst the holy shits and
What the fuck’s as more
People gathered near,
I felt a tremendous urge
To say I love you, even
Though in Bogart parlance
I knew it wouldn’t amount
To a hill of beans in the scheme
Of things,
But I climbed that bumpy
Bean filled hill and hollered
To the spheres,
I love you,
Knowing full well
That you would hear
And in your way
Say what the hell’s with him.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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