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- From: larryw@hplsla.hp.com (Larry Whatley)
- Date: Fri, 11 Dec 1992 16:33:30 GMT
- Subject: Poem: Wind Chimes
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- Organization: HP Lake Stevens, WA
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- On Hearing Wind Chimes Saved
- From My Mother-in-law's Estate
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- Winter's breath has found my balcony
- and plays upon the chimes
- in keys I have not heard before.
- A year ago they sang
- on salt air in the Islands
- like voices calling from Lipari,
- but having no rapport with gods
- they found themselves in Christmas
- mail bound for South Dakota,
- island air a memory, ringing.
- In March they sang parts with birds
- returning to the Black Hills, carefree
- at first, but slowing
- in the worried coda
- to her last blunt summer.
- Tonight I listen from my pillow
- like Odysseus before the mast,
- hearing them clink like china
- teeth chanting odes to spring.
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- - Larry Whatley
- 12/11/92
- Snow! near Seattle. Rare. Wonderful!
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