Chicago Pile-1

I wound through the Gothic castle
                                      buildings in the university of stained glass,
its windows open in early July

                                      neutrally through metal frames
to allow in the sound of electric tools
                                      biting around some white petunias

men with gloves handled like marble
                                      sculptures of minor gods.
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