3 Driving; but now I hear bells

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Driving; but now I hear bells

Driving; but now I hear the bells, sitting

A morning over coffee and tablet-

Table. They have faded to pure silence,

It was a lowering fade of the chimes

To zero

Now comes a bus;

It creates its rush through the air for an

Oceanic estimation in my ears. There were flowers, you know,

In the windows over the crowded street

When I was driving the day the day before:

Pastels and grey hinge and glass.

- Anatol Cordua (c) 2017