a chime in the dark

 

 

Another time

 

That single chime,

sometime in night,

there is no rhyme,

try as I might

   I cannot conjure

      a dancing wight

         who sings that tune,

no song sublime,

no twist of rune

   that I can write.

 

I let the chime expire,

I savor it entire,

perhaps Great Pan

   may favor it

      to puff his pipes,

and thrill the mime

   in pagan rite,

in distant time.

 

May 8, 2024

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