Am I
that figure
at the wrong end
of a telescope
receding
into time past?
distanced memories
unrequited innocence
in a simplistic spring
a fingerpost
to a starker summer
I recall, now,
that telescopes
are used
by those
who gaze out
to the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've seen the other-end-of-the-telescope analogy before but you do a good job with it.