Paul Henry

A flock of bells…

issue 29 December 2012

A flock of bells takes the air
and you come to me, out of nowehere

and I smile, knowing you’ll visit me
always, that this is how it will be

till the last thread of an island
slips through a bell-ringer’s hands

and they put me in the listening earth.

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