“…let immensity swell again”…“a style of song,” my poem

he rang a bell…

He wore rough clothes,

scuffed heavy shoes,

he knew where he was going

but he kept a shuffle pace,

he had no look of joy,

there was no kind of sparkle,

only placid look ahead,

as if starting out on plain old day…

with quiet voice he rang a bell,

he filled the silence,

I could tell

he was no stranger to the song—

he sang the word:

“somewhere…”

and took a breath

and let immensity swell again,

and murmured:

“…over the…”

and I wanted to help him sing.

December 19, 2024

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