Of chapel bells
and after day’s dry summer wind
chime’s angelic chorus
hang in lasting configuration
My father’s rye-grass covered hills
tremble with the breeze keeper’s song
as he gathers up his grief
Mother folds away her weeping
folds away her dreams
until they are still
Mourners soon move to chapel
to offer silent prayer
and glances from a distance
My brother
born yesterday, took no breath
from summer’s day
sang no breeze keeper’s song,
felt no dry summer’s wind,
yet heard
the farewell of bells
and dwelt there
harmonic
in tintinnabulation
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