Old Telescope

Poor lost instrument, trapped in your tower
where the dome never opens from year to year.
They no longer use you to search the heavens.
Battered and bruised, missing parts,
you lurk in the darkness of your cage.
If only I could find glass plates,
unwrap them in the dark open the dome
set you free.

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

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