this broken telescope, by Robert Lee Brewer
too many children think the world began
when they did. like astronauts, they explore
the universe as if they are the first.
i remember the first time you revealed
the solar system, and i thought, dear god,
this is love, like a fool in a city
i'd never visited before. i won't
say it was a mistake, the way we were,
even as new galaxies engulf me.
Previous Poetic Saturdays:
- Until Further Notice.
- Now This Is How We Roll.
- The Kids Must Know Something.
- If You Were Any More.
- Cotton Candy.
- Spelling List.
- As the Sun Set in the Forest.
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