Clock Factory Near the River
by YEHOSHUA NOVEMBER


                                       

After a while, a man who works in a clock factory
begins to mistake the constant ticking
for the sound of water
dripping in a deep well
his great-grandfather
once spoke of.
And it is only after he has returned                                           
his apron and tools to his locker,
and come through the heavy doors
into evening,
and walked along the river with the other men,
that time and water are once again
separate things.
A Pushcart Prize nominee and winner of Prairie Schooner's Bernice Slote Award,
YEHOSHUA NOVEMBER has taught at Rutgers University and Touro College. His work has appeared in Margie, the Sun, Provincetown Arts, New Works Review, The Forward, and other publications. And his book length poetry manuscript was selected as a finalist in the 2009 Autumn House Poetry Prize and the Spire Press Poetry Book Competition. He can be reached at yehoshuanovember@yahoo.com.