Bells

Through the fifteen months I’ve lived here, I have kept the windows open.

I have heard children playing baseball, the screams of parents and coaches, the jagged language of the college students living and smoking next door.

But tonight, as autumn cool encroaches on the muggy summer heat, the frogs and crickets raise a dirge I don’t recall hearing before. Below them the distant traffic murmurs, but cutting through it all, a sound fifteen months unnoticed:

a church bell chimes the hour.

 

9.1.17

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2 Comments to “Bells”

  1. Nice. You’ve made me hear it all.

  2. Beautiful.

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