12 PM

the cranes
are nesting
on their heavy legs
while glistening
in the midday sun
the wind
is blowing through
their rusty feathers
carrying the sins
and other burdens
to build a place
of forgiveness
       (or so they say)

I remember
a friend
wondering
how does a bell
find its way
into a church

...

in the dream
it was hanging
       (by a thread)
on a rope
like a pendulum
clasped with
a beak of steel
and
stroked
by the breeze
so I could hear
its lonely toll