Plate Tectonics Versus Gamma Ray Bursters

Plate Tectonics Versus Gamma Ray Bursters

A Poem by Robert Ronnow

An old man remembers what he has been
yet the details are unimportant. Then
the outline disappears, and the meaning.

Good, I can die or go to work, be wise
or a jerk. Rich or poor, the wind and rain
wear us away and it's o.k.

Ask what matters, that
question. Feeling the seasons, wearing a hat,
loving your woman, a good s**t.

Children born. Two cells meet, multiply,
spiral into fetus. The mother is amazed:
an intelligence apart from herself.

The violent rainstorm kept me awake
although the lightning was still far away.
I lay in my bed and listened naked.

© 2015 Robert Ronnow

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Added on December 25, 2014
Last Updated on January 2, 2015
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