When the telescope came in the mail
the first thing I looked at was my brother’s eye.
It was a blur that moved when he blinked.
I drew a picture of it and he cried
because it looked like something
he had never seen before,
as when the paint by number Last Supper
has some numbers scrambled
and takes on the look of a work of art.
The Random Art of Beautiful Days
13 Thursday Nov 2014
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