Lots of people in Hiroshima today laid flowers,
silence dwindling in the sky
fell down breaking words like eggs,
you stopped to say hello
and I missed a most perfect sunset by a matter of seconds,
day climbed a ladder, escaped from us;
elderly leaves had their powdery mysteries return,
airplanes simple but free of loneliness
Half man, half creature of very odd habit, John Doyle dabbles in poetry when other forms of alchemy and whatnot just don't meet his creative needs. From County Kildare in Ireland, he is (let's just politely say) closer to 50 than 21.
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