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Daylight Savings

Because he's ill and can't, I change
the clocks, forgetting the faceted crystal
with silver hands beside his bed. So when he tells me
I'll be late, I know better. I always know
better now and say so. As though
he's already gone, as though it's really possible
to change the clocks.

Alison Jarvis

Where Is North
Silverfish Review Press

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