Afternoons

Wind chimes hang at the corner

of our mustard house and catch

every breeze. Storms create

a symphony.

 

At sunset the church up the street

plays an hour’s worth of bell tones,

carols at Christmas,

patriotism on the 4th.

 

The cats and I sit on our

patch of grass, listening for

birdsong between the

chiming bells.

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