bells

the sudden ringing of bells
from far windsor county
as I slip into a viral
street light
cornered by the tasteless june

but when I count
on this fingerless hand
and the tears fall
from her eyes unto mine
I sip carefully of the forgotten
stream, delicate in it's movements

the sick purple jaundice is gone
and it's slick daunted rays are robots
as I dance alone
on this careless beach
that shows us cornered
in a hospital's air-conditioner vents

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