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Caesium and the Great Hunt
It was a small measure of a great deadly touch;
I wondered about it,
that small mining element
in that perfect Outback.
Do Australians know what they have?
*
Hide and Seek
*
I wondered about its silvery-blue charm
(some reports concerned with
size and strength called it
“death on a dime”),
lost by one account,
found by unknown means.
Do they know what they have?
*
Hidden and Sought
*
I wondered about friends down there,
old names and the new one
I should have reviewed
(some old experience
with science returned
back to me). Out there,
a small deadly touch made to measure,
a little shake to our world.
*
Hide, hide, hide…
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Comments (1)
I enjoyed the reflection on how public stories spark private wonderings.