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The Bell Ringer

A POEM

By T.J. Kelly | April 1984

He disturbs

The sleeping bells, the stolid sounds

Locked in the iron tower

That hold indifferent resonance to

The germination of a seed,

The cutting of a flower.

 

He wraps the ropes like ivy In the groinings of his hand

And dances

Blending joy and sorrow

With the falling sand.

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