At the diner,
the salt shaker
glowed a little.
Nothing much.
Not really noticeable
in daylight.
A radioactive dust
from nuclear testing days
that finally settled
from the upper atmosphere
down to the salt fields
where plastic
micro-particles
snuggle up to
the complex
chloride molecules
that know
the wash
of jet fuel residues
and a little bit
of brimstone
in the form
of sulfur dioxide
rained from
coal burning plants
whose tall chimneys
mark the horizon.
copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney
