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The crescent of miniature daisies,
“Frost astra” to botanists and their friends,
Covered with small butterflies and wee moths
They hop and jump as I walk by
They flit and flat and barely fly
A large monarch appears below the leaves.
The last vestige of a sprawling pasture
Once covered with wildflowers and bees
All cut to the ground except this vestige
Drops of dew cling to green quantum rubble.
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What is “quantum rubble”? The quantum is the smallest unit of something, but sometimes that quantum can degrade even further, into quantum rubble.
Here are some Quantum Rubble Poems
Here are a collection of poems Other poems
Here is some quantum art Quantum Art
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