February 18, 2011

re: txt poem

Loudening and then softer and
fainter as I walked past and away
leaving sounds behind there were bells
in a flourish in a stone belfry

Consider the half-moon pixies
with wild flax for hair whose fingers
would ring the hell of them bells
with pianists’ flashes and reach

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