Momotombo by Charles Tarzian

BOMB 12 Spring 1985
012 Spring Summer 1985

In the valley
mists of rain,
volcano spume,
and
for an instant,
in the west
the sky flares red—
but briefly,
as clouds of smoke thick ash
move across,
obscure the light.
Winter at dusk.
Momotombo.

Charles Tarzian is a poet, playwright, and translator. His plays and writings have appeared in various journals both here and abroad.

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012 Spring Summer 1985