10 July 2017

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.

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