Flight of Fancy
A mood evolves that's quietly disruptive,
a phantom in periphery of sight.
Innocuous and pleasantly inductive,
before a sudden unexpected bite.
An undefined and tantalizing call,
an ache that fits as closely as a glove;
This universe's strongest force of all,
is carried by compelling waves of gluons.
The gluons bind the quarks inside the protons;
although quarks's spelt like lark, it rhymes with hawk.
More Herculean than the puny photons,
if photons coo like doves, then gluons squawk.
The strong force smashes other three to smidgens,
like goshawks mash cute doves and larks and pigeons.
poem by Diane Hine
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