Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Atomic Vision

Did you see our streets
broken,
daisies blotted out
at storm-tortured riverbanks,
and wild weeds that forgot to sprout
inside cracks?

And why do we give
ourselves away
in a reckless lunge
by flinging missiles,
bullets, ferocious words,
practicing no thrift
with venom?

What a gift it would be
to gain atomic vision
to spot the bond
between atoms,
so we, too, could blend
and cherish

--my atoms, your atoms,
our atoms, everyone’s atoms
clinging together
border to border
in artistry--
to let the daisies grow
where our children play!

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Prompt: a superpower