The older kids at camp showed us how.
I couldn't always hear
what it was they were saying,
only the grave, conspiratorial tone
in which they said it.
But when the spray from the can
hit the flame of the Bic lighter—
Hiroshima!
I looked around: mountains, a river,
the suggestion of a sun.
And so many things to burn.
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