dust motes shimmer through trees on sunbeams
I sip coffee and read Hibakusha stories
trees shake from an earthquake in the mountains
I haven’t heard damage reports, but it will be mild
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on the anniversary of Nagasaki I reflect
70,000 vaporized in a rush for peace
children, mothers, fathers
a Shinto shrine and Catholic church
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the dust plume rose 45,000 feet in morning air
drifting for days on its way to America
dust motes shimmer through trees on sunbeams
I sip coffee to wash grit from my teeth
8-9-20
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