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The Old Observatory























        First I used a cotton cloth for dusting
        My binoculars before adjusting
        Their focus to the eastern horizon—
        Because I would have to keep my eyes on

        The rising ecliptic to catch the show
        Of short-lived shooting stars that blaze and glow,

        Sky-writing terminal bursts of glory,
        Earth’s dense atmosphere their crematory.


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