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hafocIn Grandfather's town you carried
a spark of time on your wrist
through a wilderness of trackless hours.
Lit from the kitchen clock
in the predawn darkness,
before work,
Setting hands, twisting the knob,
to wind the dime-store watch,
Finger and thumb with special ridges
Of callus, from decades against sharp edges
and the resistance of springs.
At noon each day the tornado siren wailed
And 532 sets of fingers
moved to reset 532 drifting watches
To realign another day
With eternity.
a spark of time on your wrist
through a wilderness of trackless hours.
Lit from the kitchen clock
in the predawn darkness,
before work,
Setting hands, twisting the knob,
to wind the dime-store watch,
Finger and thumb with special ridges
Of callus, from decades against sharp edges
and the resistance of springs.
At noon each day the tornado siren wailed
And 532 sets of fingers
moved to reset 532 drifting watches
To realign another day
With eternity.
