carillon

I regret I did not grow up
near the carillon bells.

Across this minor valley
they oscillate the hours
and echo me through time,
through moments and memories,
through selves and through others.

I did not grow up
near the carillon bells
and I do not live
near their call still.

          grapeleaves >

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