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My Father's Watch
 
He had put it aside
to do something mechanical,
where time strapped on
would have been impediment.
And I, feeling fanciful,
put it around my smaller wrist
with a strike of sentiment,
in the way of youth supposing
that I was someone else.
An hour of him became part of me,
a moment of generations opening and closing.
 
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