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Clockmaker with Bad Eyes

I close the shop at six. Welcome wind,

weekend with two suns, night with a travel book,

the dog-eared sheets of a bed

I will not see again.

I not of time, lost in time

learned from watches—

a second is a killing thing.

Live your life. Your eyes go. Take your body

out for walks along the waters

of a cold and loco planet.

Love whatever flows. Cooking smoke, woman’s blood,

tears. Do you hear what I’m telling you?

from Steal AwayFind it in the library

Copyright © 2002 C.D. Wright
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in C.D. Wright Poems

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