So, it happens I run into God
Who has a clock under His arm
Which He asks me to look at.
I assume God knows that I
Am not my grandfather Joe who
Knew everything about clocks
Nor his father, Juda,
Who knew them even better.
I peer at the clock a long while
Then give it a tap with
Joe's smallest hammer.
"This clock," I say, as if
I am someone who can tell
A waterclock from a sun dial,
"Keeps perfect time."
"Yes," says God, "it does.
Do you think you can fix it?"
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