the best of times
atomic clocks don’t reside
in chicago
they need to be out there
in the big sky
where microwaves
have no place to hide
the intelligence of time
transitioned from
lord kelvin’s suggestions
whilst cool atoms
forever suspended
chime in milliseconds
march two thousand thirteen
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Love science poems! Like this a lot. Appreciate your economy of language.
lucy
Oh, thank you so much, Lucy. Sometimes less is more! 😀