Sitting quietly on top of some Timothy hay, <br />beneath a beautiful hue…an azure blue sky day. <br />No more…nothing…left for me to say. <br />I watched as the thick column of smoke rose above, <br />don’t know why the symbol of love…is a dove. <br />I shuddered, then railed against <br />the approaching sonic boom, then fell to my knees <br />as that column of smoke formed a giant mushroom. <br />Staggering waves of unnatural heat, <br />what a brutal relief— they spared me the grief <br />of watching the downfall of my fellow man. <br />My bones flew apart from my still beating heart, <br />and questioned…now moot; did I really do all that I can.<br /><br />Maynard Hartman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serious-cloud-formations/
