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beneath the sleeve

the clock face

mooning   the un-


arms’ twelve points

twelve equal

though unequal-seeming

hours   the short

hand’s cycle equal

to half

the earth’s own

diurnal reversal   as

if stars

were gestures   as if

by navigation   as if

a message

other than the eye

finding itself

o   i

miss you

from Charms Against LightningFind it in the library

Copyright © 2012 James Arthur
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on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in James Arthur Poems

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