in the olden days,
the sixties,
we were always
messing with the tv
trying to get a picture
on the black and white
RCA box.
we twisted levers,
adjusted
the volume,
the horizontal had
it's own knob.
the vertical too.
there was no reception
without a wad
of tin foil
cupped onto the rabbit
ears
and pointed at some
distant moon.
we opened up the back
to a webbed assortment
of tubes,
and gently pulled one out
to replace it
with another.
if all else failed
we slapped the side
with our hands to heal
the mysterious trouble within,
and resurrect a picture.
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