none of the clocks
in my
grandmother's house worked.
no watch,
no cuckoo clock,
no chimes,
no ticking
of any kind.
the hands all still
at when they stopped.
she used the sun
to plan
her day, to end
her day. watching
the length of shadows
in her yard.
that seemed to be
enough.
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