Paso Robles: Chemistry Set
I think I was seven or eight
when the next-door neighbors moving
gave me their grown sons chemistry set.
It was a Gilbert a blue metal box
full of things which should have been safe
but which no one knew anything about.
I put one chemical after another
into a little metal frying pan
which I heated over the alcohol lamp.
A choking fume flowed from a beautiful blue flame
hovering over the melting powders and crystals
and close observation of them required proximity.
The mix exploded suddenly and a large blue cloud
rolled majestically from our backyard
into the neighbors and on toward its entropic doom.
I saw my mother horrified in the window
and ran in calling Im okay! Im okay! She was laughing.
My eyelashes, brows and the front of my hair were gone.