onto another. To the Greeks,
Zeus’s shield shaking, a forerunner
of Hopkins’ shook foil, that grandeur,
gathered and charged. For the native
tribes of the plains, Thunderbird’s
wings beating. Such magnified
oscillations are beyond us, yet
the very air we breathe is grumbling,
a succession of compressions,
negative and positive ions colliding,
as someone in the next room
is about to explode.
- Wendy Barker
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