church bells in the distance
and suddenly the continuation
of the strangest conversation
it’ll all be on the board
when the card players
sit around the table
discussing the business at hand
twenty minutes pass
in the slow blink of a tired eye
church bells every fifteen minutes
until time tells them
to sound no longer
watching the small black dog
suddenly in the presence of all kinds
of rapid thoughts running circles
in the mind sore from much meditation
on nearly every thought but
maybe he is all wrong
and all of these words
are part of his elaborate imagination
back and forth as the sun descends
no guilt for his lack of rhyme
you’ve got the let the mind
free to think what it will
as words enter and exit
too quick to catch
all at once slow it down
or read it backwards…
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