outside chimes sing driven
by blasts of bitter wind
echo their song of summer
steered by gusts of august
five hundred miles away
doors open & close as bells
chirp their tinny tune
and my son leaves for nowhere
a blizzard blows in my heart
pumping glaciers of blood
to frigid fingers toes
its only song a dirge
© 2011 cj schlottman
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