Hubble
We’re lassoing it back in, darning
holes needlessly and meddling,
a finger dipped in every concave.
A leaving that isn’t about freedom:
big balloon – slipped grip – this quiet squint up.
Some officials remain optimistic.
Some scientists cried at work.
They described it as allowing a slow death, –
we’re just gonna let this one go, folks –
There is an always moving.
We can watch it, kindly.
The come-back kid.
Come back, kid.