he rang a bell…

 

 

a style of song

 

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.

 

he kept on walking…

December 19, 2024

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