IWO JIMA

I could just stare at this image
And I do
Often, and long
Alone
Mezmerized by a secret enchantment
I hide from family and friends—
My escape to this
singular island of contemplation. 
What is it that so captures my eyes
Holds them fast
Makes me a hostage to such raw beauty?
After all,
it is only a distant rockpile,
unsteady and deformed.
But [...]

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