Majestic as a spreading cloud
looming over skyscrapers
of edged and tapered jutting green,
this mushroom cap arose on scene
like atom bomb on rising stalk
to overawe us all, us all.
No thunderclap, no spreading death
just still sunshine and zephyr's breath.
A city sits in miniature, beneath
this friendly mushroom cloud. It just
popped in, so neighborly. It knew
that it would be allowed.
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