the bell hangs below
and will bring one's mind
to the attention of one's
consciousness he never
minded sitting at the table alone
as long as he can keep
an eye out the window
at all times
the rock pile grows
when first viewed
every spring today
was the first day he actually
remembered to check the growth
of his pet project back yard
beautification and the fan spins
keeping the unhealthy air
at least circulating
a slight fresh breeze mixes
in through two open windows
birds sing different tunes
depending on the time of day
how do they keep it
watches on feathered wrists
or something a bit different
and amazingly enough he can see
his reflection in the end
of his silver pen with black ink
the bell calls the writer
to the inner consciousness
he trains to capture any
inner work that goes unnoticed
throughout the course
of any day someday and now
the sun has shifted
into the spot where
it will make it's descent
below the horizon still
some hours away
done so much and nothing
all in the same day
can anyone else tell
or is he still alone in the room off
the back of the house
the bell sitting
not-so-high above
his hanging position
can anyone else see
the crazy comfort he enjoys...
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