Particles

strike sparks off the hill
 tumble down charged, fall
 an electric river.

 Captured photon tracks
 dot glass, world atom
 accelerator.

 Lost particles,
 paper thin blanketed
 homeless huddle
 in doorways.

 Tiny explosions
 of heaven’s tears
 across the nailed lake.

 Day ends as fishermen
 fold up their green chairs
 by a splashed evening lake

 glowered, puddled.

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