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CHIMES

   

Noise outside at midnight in trees

of air shouldering brusquely

and tubular bells mingling.

   

Air choppy, like a gangster sea.

Gale.  House pieces falling

and tubular bells

   

not a warning but

   

about belief in

what cannot possibly be

believed.

  

Alan Marshfield

  

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