Vapor Train Reflected In The Frog Pond - Poem by Galway Kinnell
The old watch: their
puff and foreclose by the moon.The young, heads
trailed by the beginnings of necks,
in the guarantee they shall be bodies.
In the frog pond
the vapor trail of a SAC bomber creeps,
I hear its drone, drifting, high up
in immaculate ozone.
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