Los Alamos Poem by Patti Masterman

Los Alamos



Bursting through the white clouds,
Creating form beneath the sun;
Giant pillars whirl and spin
Till the world comes undone.

Mind above the high dunes,
Finds other minds the same;
They'll mix the sand of all their thoughts,
Till nothing else remains.

Saturday, April 24, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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