Saturday, June 20, 2015

baker park

she lived
in old baker park.
where the church bells
on sunday morning would wake
us up. loud clangs of metal
echoing through
the square,
one after the other.
they'd rattle the windows,
vibrating
the old house.
shaking plaster free
from the ceiling.
stirring
us both towards each
other, to a different
kind of music.

No comments: