Poet: a bell that rings

When I am
write
i am like
a fine bronze bell,
singing a sunday
morning
clear through the
restless air,

When I am
write
i become all sunny
like the quiet words
between big/hat white/gloved ladies
on a summer sunday mornin',
reverberatin' the warm
quickening
air,

&
when I am
write
i become all
golden bronzed
like earth song,
i become
dark matter
for The Chorus
of Universe,
i become powerful small
like
white gloved whispers cheek/kissin:
"hey darling, 'Low sweety"
in a pew
on a warm
summer sunday mornin'
warnin':
"hush chile
God talkin."

JESSE N. ALEXANDER lives in New Jersey where he works as an electrical engineer. His first book of poetry and prose, A New Door for My Room, will be published this year.

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