Twin brass helm wheels, (like Gilligan’s) , gilded, not for
imprint in elegant cursive, the thermometer part long inactive.
“It doesn’t work, ” big brother said, “it’s indoors.”
Relative Humidity and Barometric Pressure tracked while
seeping thru the Screen to the
Sill, the daily variation between black and lazy red finger suggesting- @
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem