Too much for only five senses…
Seeing the clouds form in shapes that remind you of the animals
from the Aesop’s Fables you read as a child—
Smelling the air that once dried a desert before it fell
into the valley from where it now blows—
Hearing the thunder pound once, more powerful
than the many lighting strikes that preceded—
Feeling the earth shake, the ’89 earthquake
is a small aftershock compared to this hell—
And Tasting the ash that lingers in the air long after the explosion
—Papa witnessed on August 6, 1945
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