Wind Chimes
How does it go? Don’t look down from the top
of the ladder, the longest
Michael had,
the latter eleven words extending
the narrative
unnecessarily
when three short ones
would do nicely, perched here
high on this airy rung,
wind chimes ringing
a heavenly tune I can’t
quite make out;
surprising this close to
the Pearly Gates.
The view panoramic, perspective
steep,
oblique roof tops to
contemplate while I
tamp down the rat of my gnawing
panic;
a white one injected with
fear purely
for research purposes, the
wind chimes in
my one free hand a
variable in
this empirical test of
gravity’s
seductively insistent siren’s
song.
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