Cold War Valentine

Don’t forget sentinels are the senses merely but what do they portend standing there on their parapets guarding something against something the heaviest grains reach the bottom first exposing gravity as time equals matter a formula I remember from fifth grade Miss Adams Atom Bomb we called her I haven’t thought of her in years or you first face I loved sitting in front of me one row over where I could keep my eyes on you while the rest of me could quietly implode