POETRY
Feature Poet: John Kinsella Graphology Kaleidoscope 2 I went to a country toy store yesterday to buy a kaleidoscope. The woman showed me a telescope and said, That’s what they use these days. To see the colours of the universe. It’s not the same thing, really, I said. She also sold magnifying glasses and microscopes and science kits with the promise of crystal growth. We made do with fantasies back in the ‘old days’, she implied. But look, she insisted, kaleidoscopes aren’t even listed on the computer. Gone from the inventory. I wondered if she’d typed in Collide-o-scope, but didn’t want to patronise her, to offend, or face up to my own failure to grip that creation’s beautiful shapes coaxed by our own hands have fallen out of favour.
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