August 9 1945 Nagasaki

Hot across the Plains, the Middle Atlantic,

into New England, 81 degrees

At the Lake.

Fish hiding deep behind Kineo.

Today's an encore.

The Little Boy surprised with

his energy;

But the dive to the river failed

to force the issue.

Call in the Fat Man:

Cannonball into the pool, ripples

breaking slanted foundations,

Tsunami of fire to the edge,

while the Great Artiste

Records all the variables.

Hot weather, corn is high,

the smell of football in the air,

Homecoming, Thanksgiving approaching:

to the victor, the spoils.

Winter is coming.