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Night falling slow on a Midsummer’s eve
Honey bees lounging on their beehive porch
Tall wildflowers, drained of Spring’s colors,
Play hide and seek at dusk with fireflies.
Are their lights magic or just chemistry?
Fireflies appearing, disappearing,
Reappearing moments later nearby
Hopscotching in and out of orbitals
Leaving behind a yellow afterglow
Of softly shimmering 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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