The Indicator
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A wooden saint
in need of paint
the indicator
has turned inward
ten times over
swallowed the names
of all the railway
stations it knows
removed its hands
from its face
and put them away
in its pockets
if it knows when
the next train's due
it gives no clue
the clockface adds
its numerals
the total is zero.
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