[net.poems] who cares

ix222@sdccsu3.UUCP (Steve Serocki) (08/14/83)

	# aftermath, before social studies

when glowing clouds move over the land
and the sea belches over the coast,
when birds that sang in the morning gloam
come slowly earthward to roost--
this is the time for quiet reflection
on the forces of nature we've loosed.